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Chapter 89: Inside the Car 1

When school was over in the evening, Yin Yijie and his car picked me up at school.

He changed his outfit today, wearing sportswear and casual shoes. He looked elegant and extraordinarily friendly, like the big brother next door.

The smile without disguise was so warm in the corner where the incandescent lamp was not bright, making me dizzy for three seconds.

"Ke'er, are you tired?" Yin Yijie came over and took my schoolbag, gently holding my hand with one hand.

His hands were big, warm, gentle, delicate, and very comfortable. I didn’t know whether to be drunk or awake.[

I quickly looked away and shook my head gently.

"Do you have a lot of homework today?" Yin Yijie nodded gently and pulled me towards the car.

I shook my head. I had finished my homework, but I had not finished copying my notes. There was still a lot to be done.

However, Zhao Yun made a copy for me, so I can copy it again slowly.

Yin Yijie opened the car door and asked me to sit in the seat behind him as before.

People say that when two people are together, the other person sits in the passenger seat to express intimacy.

Obviously, we weren't that close and I didn't insist on it.

Some people say that the seat behind the driver is the most prestigious and safest.

Maybe he cares too much about me. Who made him my guardian?

I don't ask or tell, such a high-end car, a wealthy guardian, as long as it doesn't touch my bottom line, it doesn't matter.

There was an extra pillow quilt in the car, but it looked more like a cushion at home. I saw the zipper at a glance and was sure.

Yin Yijie looked back at me, with a gentle smile on his face. It was very shallow and very real. Paired with his hair, he was cheerful and approachable.

Low-pitched piano music is playing in the car, which is soothing and beautiful. This kind of environment is very suitable for resting even in the car.

I leaned against the corner of the seat, blinking my confused eyes and flashing thick long eyelashes.

Bright or dark street lights, colorful neon lights, and busy crowds of people passed by my eyes without leaving a trace.

I just lean on it, don't have to think about anything, feel lazy, and feel very comfortable even if I don't sleep.

Far away from the countless Goldbach conjectures of my classmates, far away from the countless saliva flying in the vegetable market, I feel a little tired after relaxing...

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