Zhan Cirui rested an arm on the car window as if showing off on purpose. Hearing Ou Lan's frantic voice, he wickedly curled the corners of his lips again.
"If I close the window, people will think we're up to something in the car. You know, nowadays everyone thinks we're in a relationship, and doing something would be normal. If you insist I close the window, then I'll close it," he said.
Saying that, Zhan Cirui dropped his arm to close the window when Ou Lan, frightened, quickly stopped him, "You better stop right there, buddy!"
Zhan Cirui chuckled lightly and placed his arm back on the window, continuing to drive out of the campus amid stares.
The more Ou Lan thought about it, the angrier she became. After they drove out of the campus, she grabbed a small plush doll from the seat and threw it at Zhan Cirui, hitting him right in the face.
Zhan Cirui was not angry though; he caught the plush doll with a grin and even sniffed it at his nose, "Smells good."
