C207 I like It

Yang Lih didn't avert his gaze this time. He didn't expect Mu Qiye's answer anymore.

Mu Qiye finally moved. He was no longer silent, but he did not intend to open the door. He just lowered his head and looked at the steering wheel.

"When did it start?" Mu Qiye's voice was a little hoarse. His throat was dry to the point that it hurt like sand.

Yang Lih pursed his lips. If it was possible