Xue Rui was left speechless by what Lin Ruoxi said.
The truth was, he just couldn't relate to the pop songs that followed. He'd much rather listen to some classic oldies.
It was just that the lyrics to those two songs... well, calling them simp anthems wouldn't be an exaggeration.
It seemed that no matter the era, simps were always a pitiful bunch.
He rested his chin on his hand and watched the young woman drive. She kept one hand lightly on the steering wheel, occasionally glancing in the rearview mirror. Whenever they stopped at a red light, she would tilt her head to smile at him and pat his hand...
She didn't have the nervousness of a new driver; instead, she had the air of a seasoned cabbie...
'No, that's not right. Is it more like a greasy, middle-aged man hitting on a female college student?'
'Aren't our roles reversed?'
'Shouldn't it be me driving with one hand, using the other to take the opportunity to caress her long legs?'
