On the way back, the driver considerately bought blankets for the drenched Li Jing and He Mo.
Seeing the two wrapped in blankets and leaning against each other in the rearview mirror, the driver couldn't help but reminisce about his own youthful days, thinking to himself:
Ah, youth is indeed wonderful.
Why is it that ten years into marriage, my wife has turned into a tigress?
Li Jing looked at He Mo, sitting next to him wet like a drenched kitten, and said, "It's late, how about staying at my place tonight? I have a large room."
Upon hearing this, He Mo squinted slightly, giving him a sidelong glance: "What? Are you already planning the next step? Can't wait?"
"Heaven preserve me, definitely not."
Li Jing immediately explained, looking very serious: "Although I don't consider myself a scumbag, even if I were one, I'd be a refined and classy scumbag.
Resorting to force or deceit is too lowbrow, not my style."