One day after we got together, Lan Qiu finally remembered to ask him: "Every time I took your car, you said it was a smooth ride, but from Z to your house, you never passed through my place!" Ji Mingzhe kissed the corner of her mouth fondly and looked at her gradually blushing face, "How could I have turned you around so quickly if the road wasn't smooth." Flashing's face turned red again, and he murmured in a low voice, "There's no need for you to turn." This is what love looks like at its most beautiful. *A short, sweet story about mutual crush.