“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?"

I like DJs.” Mya was happy to share with him, "You only see my surface and don't know

fair. We didn't meet many times." Finnley was like a big brother. "It's okay." Mya turned to

talking about going

Finnley's lips rose, "If you are to work

her eyebrows, then glanced at herself, "I

you can't eat lollipops all the time and you need to dress formally,” Finnley reminded. “Also, 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 style, you are a bit too controversial.” Finnley stopped talking and focused on driving. No one knew what

the lid of the banana milk

air and wafted into

"Do you like

drink I like

"What a coincidence! Me too.” She didn't answer, leaned back in her chair, and listened to the song mixed with the rain

said to him, "I am very picky about songs. For me, lyrics are

and he liked it. In terms of

at Catherine's apartment. She prepared a small umbrella so

lock, she found that Catherine was

putting down the bread and drink, Linda

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