"'People are old, ghosts are old'? Then~ if I were an old ghost, you~" The man firmly hit the steering wheel with one hand, and his other free hand went through the flowing black hair of the little girl next to him, stroking her white auricle punitively, and said jokingly: "You are the kid."
"Who said that? Although the two of us can be summed up in this sentence, you are the 'ghost' and I am the 'spirit'."
She proudly raised her graceful chin towards him, but did not want to be pinched gently by him. She raised her eyebrows at her, raised an evil smile on her lips, and asked her:
"Spirit? Vixen!"
"You~ you are an old pervert!"
She was so angry that she started to fight back without hesitation. But she didn't want to play into his hands, so she whispered in her ear with a doting voice: "Bingo, you are the vixen here to seduce me, and I am an old pervert who is willing to be seduced by you..."