It felt as if he had been waiting for a century. Finally, he noticed the headlights of a car flashing in front of him. Long Yan parked the car slowly in the courtyard, rubbed his hands, and ran into the snow. He kept panting and stomped on the snow to get rid of it.
At that moment, Yan Qing felt that the world was complete.
He raised his lips and gave an undisguised smile.
He walked over and patted the snow on Long Yan's hair. His movements were as smooth as flowing water.
"It's not easy to drive on the road, right? I told you to slow down, but judging from your speed, I'm sure you didn't take it seriously."
hey, you don't say. Just now, on the road in the suburbs, the car really did slip. Fortunately, I'm good at driving.
Yan Qing looked at the bag of green apples in his hand,"It's not sour?"
"It tastes good. Do you want to try one?" Long Yan shook the green apple.