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Amid the hustle and bustle of the road, a red sports car was crawling at a snail's pace, with two soulless and dispirited faces reflected in the rearview mirror.
Tan Ying was driving the car woodenly, the air inside feeling as if it had solidified.
Then suddenly, she slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a complete stop.
Qin Mingze's head went straight into the back of the front seat, yet he seemed unfazed, merely giving the driver a sluggish look.
Aaah!
As their eyes met, Tan Ying, as if awakened from a dream, let out a piercing scream.
"What on earth did you make me look at just now!"
What the heck just happened?
Wasn't I supposed to be here to study the human form and incidentally check out handsome guys?
How did I end up being sweet-talked into watching a cross-dressing show! And it wasn't even slightly aesthetic!
Tan Ying attacked her own face in a frenzy.
