C227 Can You Please be a Little More Polite?

"Miss, where are you going?" the taxi driver asked, looking in the rearview mirror at Su Mulin in the back seat.

A warm breeze blew in, blowing up her hair that was the color of ink. The newly washed hair also emitted a faint fragrance, causing the driver to be captivated by it for a moment.

Su Mulin lifted her hand to stroke her hair and was stunned for a moment