Considering the time, Lin Li should not have reached home yet.
I wonder what he sent me.
A bit nervous, yet somewhat excited, Chen Yu Ying lowered her head and opened her phone.
"He: 99%."
The note Chen Yu Ying had for Lin Li had long been changed from Lin Li (Annoying Version) to just one word, him.
In the world of chatting between just two people, he was special.
And Lin Li only sent such a brief message to her at this moment.
Her teeth skimmed her lower lip, and Chen Yu Ying gave a soft huff.
Such an obvious trap. I'm definitely not asking him why it's only 99%, hmmph.
"You pat 'his' butt and ask if this melon is ripe."
That should do it.
With a smile, Chen Yu Ying closed her eyes again and leaned against the window.
"I also like the sway of the car; it's true that being too smooth can be a bit dull."
"Why is your hand on your head, trying to act cool, dummy."
