Yu Minglang found it difficult to control his gaze; he turned on the car's interior light and suddenly felt that she looked particularly pleasing sitting in his car.
It was as if the passenger seat beside him should be her spot, so he could just turn his head and see her beautiful face; no one else would do.
The car lights were just right, bringing out the best in her features, even the beauty mark like a beautiful ruby was pleasing to the eye.
Yu Minglang suddenly thought of when he was little, watching his grandmother from an artistic family paint with a brush. He ran over, climbed onto the table, and pointed at the painting, saying that the person's face was dirty because there was a dot.
