The car drove through the cross-sea tunnel, shrouded in darkness, with the tunnel lights above flickering intermittently as the vehicle moved, casting alternating brightness and shadow inside.
"Dingdong~"
The crisp notification of WeChat echoed in the carriage.
Lu Man glanced at the illuminated WeChat, [So... how about you kiss me instead?], then her face turned slightly red.
She sneaked a peek at Chen Yan and mentally scorned: What a playboy. Always thinking about these things! Absolutely shameless! Hmph!
Kissing is out of the question.
After all, she was Lu Man. How could she simply agree to whatever the playboy said?
That would be so embarrassing for her!
But...
Since the playboy had been so nice to her that day, she felt she couldn't respond without any gesture...
With that thought, she pondered for a moment, then tapped rapidly on the screen.
After a short while, with a swoosh, her WeChat message was sent.
[Pfft. Dream on. I'll... at most, dance for you.]
