“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?"

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

big brother. "It's okay." Mya turned to look at him, "We will meet

she talking about going to

Finnley's lips rose, "If you are to

eyebrows, then glanced at herself,

"You have bad taste." Mya couldn't help but complained, “Ivan

to my boss." The girl unscrewed the lid of the banana milk and poured it down her throat,

aroma filled the air and wafted

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

him, "I am very picky about songs. For me, lyrics are the most important, and then the

song and he liked it. In terms of music,

at Catherine's apartment. She prepared a small umbrella so she didn't get

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a bit messy. After putting down the bread and

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