Li Tangyan bent down slightly, and the breath she was panting from running over hit the car window as she spoke, creating a layer of white mist.
"Wen Zhaonian, open the window, I have something for you."
Wen Zhaonian rolled down the car window and was about to speak when he saw Li Tangyan take out some kind of fabric from her bag and hand it to him.
At the same time, he had a sly smile on his face: "Your excuse for avoiding suitors is bad, too wicked. What if it comes true one day?"
"So?" Wen Zhaonian's lips twitched.
His hands tightened on the steering wheel, and his low voice carried an undeniable sense of pressure.
Li Tangyan ignored this and continued to laugh: "This is a new facekini I bought in my bag. I haven't used it yet. Why don't you wear it to cover up before you go out in the future?"
"At that time, not even ghosts, let alone people, will want to get close to you."
Her smile was radiant, and Wen Zhaonian could even see a fleeting look of satisfaction on Li Tangyan's face.
Wen Zhaonian took the facekini from her hand, and upon seeing it, he was instantly amused and annoyed.
Goodness, even ghosts wouldn't want to get close to it.
With panda eyes, freckled face, and a bright red sausage mouth painted below Pigsy's nose.
The fact that completely mismatched designs are placed together reveals the unique and perverse tastes of the designers and buyers.
He realized that Li Tangyan, this squirrel, was not only easy to fool, but also held grudges.
"Why don't you give it a try?" Li Tangyan blinked, her eyes bright as she urged.
Looking into those smiling eyes, Wen Zhaonian suddenly loosened his grip on the steering wheel, beckoned with his index finger, and said seductively, "Stick your head over here."
"What are you doing?" Li Tangyan asked, puzzled, but the next second she put her hands on the car window after it was lowered and peered curiously at Wen Zhaonian inside.
Her gaze was so focused that she could see only her own reflection in her eyes.
The night breeze lifted a wisp of hair from the side of her hair, adding to the serene tranquility of the moment.
Wen Zhaonian was stunned for a moment.
What was originally intended as putting the facekini on her face turned into a light tap on her forehead with a finger.
Her voice was slightly hoarse, and a soft laugh instantly dispelled the clamor of the summer night cicadas: "Returning the gift."
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