Lun Jing has made a decision, but Song Tan advised her, "My pickup truck is pretty old, probably not as comfortable as Lun Chuan's car."
"No problem!" Lun Jing said confidently, "It's all asphalt roads, smooth. Besides, I don't get carsick."
Since she said that, Song Tan naturally started the car. Her driving skills were honed on bumpy mountain roads, where she could skillfully dodge potholes and cracks. Now, on the smooth main roads, it was even more silky and smooth.
But Lun Jing's mind wasn't on the car; she was watching her, and the more she looked, the more she liked her. Song Tan just holding the steering wheel seemed full of charisma to her.
After a while, she asked, "Tantan, do you want to buy a couple of outfits too? It's New Year; wanna dress up a bit?"
"Huh?" Song Tan was a bit puzzled: Dress up for what?
But then she reacted, indifferent: "Whatever, I'm fine with anything, mainly picking for my parents."
