“You are very creative.” Finnley wasn't joking. He said, “It's such a loss that you are not a novelist.”

Mya smiled and connected to Bluetooth. “Let me play you a song." Lest he got bored driving and saw her as a burden.

After a while, Sarah Brightman's song started playing.

Mya leaned back, closed her eyes, and sang along, her voice was good and she was singing with emotion.

Finnley drove seriously. The rain was getting heavier and the traffic was not very good.

He listened to her and Sarah Brightman singing together.

"I thought you liked DJs." After a melody ended, Finnley said.

“Why?” Mya rolled her eyes, "Based on what?"

“Your personality.” Finnley said, "And the way you dress. You like street dancing, don't you?"

was happy to share with him, "You only see my surface and don't know me,

okay." Mya turned to look at him, "We will meet more times in

about going to

rose, "If you are to

eyebrows, then glanced at herself, "I think

your hairstyle. This one won't do.” "You have bad taste." Mya couldn't help but complained, “Ivan is almost 40, even he can accept my

of the banana

the air and wafted

asked her, "Do you

only drink I like from that shop,"

of Finnley's lips lifted lightly, "What a coincidence! Me too.” She didn't answer, leaned back in her chair, and listened to the song

Mya said to him, "I am very picky about songs. For me, lyrics are the most important, and then the singer's voice, and the mood that the

this song and he liked it. In terms of music, he held a similar view

prepared a

lock, she found

rooms were a bit messy. After putting down

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