"If you disagree, I'll stay below."
Song Baiyan looked at her flushed cheeks, and the enchanting atmosphere borne from emotion dissipated like smoke, replaced by his amused inquiry, "Nervous?"
"..." Tang Li didn't respond.
But she didn't want things to end inconclusively as they used to. She wrapped her arms around Song Baiyan's neck, "I've been ready for a long time. We're already in the car, not nervous at all."
Song Baiyan asked, "In the car? What car?"
"Nowadays, they call this driving. We're already in the car now."
Saying this, Tang Li tightened her arms around Song Baiyan, "If you get off midway, you'll definitely flip!"
It was the first time Song Baiyan had heard the term "driving" used this way. Seeing Tang Li clinging on like a koala, he took her slender shoulders into his arms, "Does this mean you're not afraid of flipping anymore?"
"...Not afraid." Tang Li was quiet for a few seconds, then added, "Aren't you here with me?"
