Old Band-Aid

"Do you believe that I'll strangle you to death?"

An Ning, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was enraged and pounced on Lin Yi like a hungry tiger.

Whether it was his face or waist, as long as it was somewhere she could touch, she would pinch it.

If An Ning had a knife in her hand, Lin Yi would probably have been cut into pieces.

"You can't say something nice about me? Anyway, my figure is pretty good, not as bad as you make it out to be. And Renaissance? Give me a break!"

"But it does have a vintage vibe!"

"I like it!"

"Yes, yes, yes. You can wear it however you like. Moreover, it's pure cotton and absorbs water…"

"How dare you say that? I'll kill you!"

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Just as An Ning was about to make a move, she suddenly heard someone knocking on the car window. It was a middle-aged man in an army green coat.