The scenery outside the window whizzed past, bringing with it a gust of warm wind.
The traffic light just turned red, Dylan leisurely slowed down the car and stopped.
He was steering with one hand, and was a little uncomfortable with the silence in the back seat. He looked up at the rearview mirror and found that someone was covering his face, his eyes narrowed into slits with laughter.
"......"
Dylan cleared his throat: "Auntie, are you, thinking about love?"
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