After hurriedly washing his face, he headed out for Professor Ye's Workshop.
It was such a short distance that Little Cow and Horse had to brake before it could even rev up, its two headlights gazing at him resentfully.
Lately, he no longer called it little darling or sweetheart. Every day, he squatted in the basement, and whenever he came out, he seemed to carry the scent of other cars. Now that they finally got to drive together, it ended before it even began, and he looked like he was just going through the motions...
So love really could end, couldn't it?
Ji Jue slapped its hood, telling it not to be so dramatic. He'd fucking upgraded its suspension just the day before yesterday—why was it already coveting new nitrous lights again?
It spent all day online, and who knew what it was looking at. If he didn't rein it in soon, it would probably go out looking for ride-hailing cars!
He'd cut off the garage's internet cable when he got back.
After climbing the steps and pushing open the door, he saw the bleary-eyed Ye Chun lounging in the kitchen, sipping milk tea and basking in the sun like some free-range ornamental animal.
She looked like this every time she finished padding out a paper...
Ji Jue gave her a look, asking what was going on.
Ye Chun shot him a look back and snapped irritably: Your shit's hit the fan! Hurry up and offer up those rice noodle rolls you're carrying. I'll put in a good word with aunt and save your dog life!
Unfortunately, aside from fighting over second authorship, the two of them really had no telepathic understanding. They stared at each other for ages and got nothing out of it.
Until a helpless sigh came