The car window was half open as they sped along, the world outside resembling a flowing scroll painting, with the cool night breeze carrying in the scent of various street foods.
Neitian Youji was pressed against the car door, seemingly admiring the night view, but her eyes were actually stealing glances at Aoyama Xiu Xin's expression from time to time.
She was extremely nervous and flustered.
"Do you know what you're doing?" Aoyama Xiu Xin, staring at the road ahead with an expressionless face, asked.
Neitian Youji's panic increased, her breathing quickened, and her chest heaved as she forced herself to stay calm and changed the subject, "Brother Xiu Xin, you've changed to a new car."
Aoyama Xiu Xin stepped on the brake and looked at her.
The sense of oppression was overwhelming.
"I..." Neitian Youji bowed her head and said weakly, "I just thought it was fun to see Brother Xiu Xin flustered, plus I was a bit… a bit curious, I'm so sorry! Really sorry!"
