"Is this your car?"
The gaze of the goddess fell on the Ferrari LaFerrari that Jiang Xiaobai was leaning against.
Jiang Xiaobai pulled out his car keys and smiled, "Would you be interested in trying out the car?"
"I wouldn't dare drive it; the horsepower is too much, it's hard to control. I'd be satisfied just to sit in it. Can I?" The goddess lowered her head, speaking softly, her voice sounding a bit coquettish. She continued to flirt with her hair periodically, which was her best method for displaying her charm—rarely could any boy resist such seduction.
"Do you want to sit next to me?"
To her surprise, Jiang Xiaobai shook his head and sighed, "It seems you don't understand me. My car and my heart are the same—they can only accommodate one person, and that person must be my beloved. Yet, to this point, I still don't know what you really think of me. Someone ordinary like me might not ever catch your eye; maybe you just see me as dirt under your feet."
"No!"
