"Idiot! How do you even drive?"
Aoyama Xiu Xin was already furious, but upon seeing the person who had rear-ended him, his anger intensified.
The driver behind the collision was a young woman, likely just over twenty, with a ponytail and a white cap on her head. She wore a white short-sleeved shirt, her ample conscience forming a pronounced curve, so large that the pattern of her underwear was faintly visible through the shirt fabric.
Below, she donned denim shorts, and her long, fair legs were enclosed in a pair of sneakers, radiating a sensual yet powerful beauty, full of the spirit of sports.
He, too, wanted to give her a tit for tat, to rear-end her back.
"Ah! Sorry, so sorry, I really am sorry for the trouble, I'm willing to compensate for your loss," the woman repeatedly bowed deeply in apology.
With every bow, her conscience would tremble.
The waves were surging.
Aoyama Xiu Xin glanced at his broken taillight and said, "Just give me one hundred thousand yen."
