"Get in the car." Jiang Haobai stretched out his left hand from the rolled-down window and tapped the door gently and rhythmically.
"No!" Ye Nannan refused without looking at him, holding her head high.
"Get in the car." Jiang Haobai frowned slightly, and the rhythm of his hands became faster and faster.
"No! If you can't say it, don't do it!" Ye Nannan raised her proud head higher.
"1...2..." Jiang Haobai suddenly started counting in a calm and unhurried manner.
"What are you doing?" Ye Nannan then looked down at Jiang Haobai.
"I was thinking about whether I should talk to you here about a certain trail four years ago..."
Before Jiang Haobai could finish speaking, Ye Nannan had already opened the car door and got in: "Let's go, it's not nice to have sex on the street."
The corners of Classmate Jiang's mouth curved slightly, and in Ye Nannan's eyes, it was a sinister smile in which a treacherous plot succeeded. She lowered her head and murmured in a low voice: "You are so petty. You have held a grudge against someone for four years, and you have been threatened by him for ten or eight years even if you were caught in a pigtail."
Jiang Haobai suppressed his laughter and pretended not to hear her complaint: "What are you talking about there?"
Ye Nannan immediately raised his head and gave him a big smile: "No, no, I just hummed a few lines of Jay Chou's song, let's go."