Yu Minglang was not a person who liked to listen to music, but on the journey home, he turned on the car stereo and played a soothing piece of light music. He turned off the air conditioning, rolled down the windows and allowed the breeze to blow in.
The summer night wind was just perfect, not too hot, carrying a hint of coolness. The way it naturally blew by, didn't it resemble Chen Xiaoqian?
No pretensions, no contrived manners, and absolutely intolerant of being taken advantage of.
Perfectly refreshing when needed, too much and she becomes domineering, too little and she becomes timid. Just the right amount, just right.
So in this world, there truly could be a woman who is just right. No matter what she does, watching her just felt right for him.
Yu Minglang's fingers tapped on the steering wheel to the rhythm of the music. When he passed the Porridge House where she had washed her hands before, he suddenly braked.
