"Brother, drive faster, I have a meeting this morning."
Sitting in the car, Shi Keke was putting on makeup while urging the man beside her.
Shi Mei held the steering wheel with both hands, elegantly turning it, and glanced at her sideways, implying, "Throw everything out and I'll drive faster."
"You mean this?" Shi Keke pointed at the makeup bag in front of her.
"Yes." Shi Mei coldly replied.
"I'm not throwing it away." Shi Keke said, "These cosmetics are just bought; LK's supreme edition, counter price is twelve thousand. I don't want to squander such a treasure."
"I said throw it, so throw it, stop wasting words." Shi Mei freed one hand from the steering wheel, took the makeup bag on her lap, and without hesitation, tossed it out of the car.
Shi Keke: "..."
Somehow, the relationship between Shi Mei and Shi Keke had become very subtle; neither had spoken of being together, yet the things they said and did were more intimate than lovers.
