Lu Li very gentlemanly opened the car door, placing his hand on the roof. After she got in, he followed and sat down.
The car's interior was slightly cramped, and the distance between them naturally grew closer.
Yu Zhi wasn't someone who liked to start a conversation or even knew how to. From the moment she got in the car, she turned her head to look out the window, not saying a word.
But despite this, Lu Li didn't feel the slightest bit awkward. On the contrary, he quite enjoyed the time spent alone with her.
In his heart, he silently thought, perhaps this is what people call "liking."
As they were about to reach Yu Zhi's residence, Lu Li, who had been silent for a long time, rehearsed his opening lines in his mind several times.
He furrowed his brow slightly, as if pondering something of great importance.
When his gaze fell on the backpack resting on her creamy white knees, a sudden thought struck him.