Su Luo arrived at her car.
He habitually opened the driver's side door and was about to get in when Ye Xiaoman stopped him.
"You sit in the passenger seat, I'll drive."
Su Luo didn't insist, went around to the passenger side, and got into the car.
He bent down and started fastening his seatbelt.
Ye Xiaoman skillfully started the car.
The car slowly drove out of the garage, out of the residential area, and onto the highway.
Ye Xiaoman casually turned on the car stereo, and a familiar melody began to play. Ye Xiaoman instantly realized that it was her own song.
He joked, "Do you like my songs that much?"
Su Luo coughed lightly, somewhat embarrassed, and said nervously.
"Is that not allowed?"
There's nothing to be ashamed of admitting. He's been a fan of hers for so many years, what's so strange about listening to her songs every day?
Ye Xiaoman scoffed.
"I didn't say no, why are you so nervous? There's nothing shameful about liking my songs, but I'm really tired of them, let's change it."
As she spoke, Ye Xiaoman pressed the next song.
Unexpectedly, the next song was still his own, and after pressing it twice more, it was still his own. Not believing it, he pressed it more than ten times.
It's still mine.
Ye Xiaoman's scalp began to tingle, and she turned her head incredulously to look at Su Luo.
"Don't tell me you've saved all my songs from my debut until now."
She knew that Su Luo was her biggest fan, but she always felt that it was because he didn't understand her and was always wearing an idol filter.
Now that we've lived together for so long, the idol filter should have shattered long ago, so logically speaking, I shouldn't be as enthusiastic as before.
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