Watching the taxi driver repeatedly sneak glances back through the rearview mirror, Su Qiao's lips twitched as she gently squeezed the back of the man's hand.
Lu Han came to his senses and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong? Are you hungry? What do you want to eat? I'll go buy it for you."
Su Qiao leaned closer and whispered into his ear, "I was telling you to stop looking like a silly idiot."
Her warm breath brushed against his ear, and a faint, delicate fragrance wafted into his nose. Lu Han's heart pounded like a drum. He didn't hear Su Qiao's words clearly at all, and his breathing suddenly grew more rapid.
Su Qiao didn't notice his increasingly flushed face or the growing heat in his eyes. When the car stopped, she took out money to pay the fare, then gave him a push. "We're here. Get out on your side."
Lu Han came to his senses and hurriedly opened the door and got out.
A gentle breeze blew toward him, clearing his head a little more.
As if he had thought of something, he quickly turned around and raised a hand to shield Su Qiao's head. "Careful. Don't bump your head."
Su Qiao raised her brows and teased with a smile, "I didn't expect you to be so considerate."
Lu Han lifted his chin slightly. "I told you, I'm very mature too."
"Heh, yes, you're very mature. Practically overripe, all right?"
Seeing how smug he looked, Su Qiao felt like laughing.
"What do you mean?"
Did "overripe" mean he was old?
But he wasn't old at all.
Hadn't she said before that he was young?
Staring at her back, Lu Han was completely unable to figure out what she had meant.
The two of them went up to the twelfth