After the taxi set off, Xu Xiangli turned to Ye Fan and struck up a conversation.
Ye Fan had a good impression of Xu Xiangli, and since she was a glamorous and charming woman, he didn't refuse to chat.
Their discussion was relatively private, serving as a means of getting to know each other.
As they continued their enthusiastic conversation, Xu Xiangli moved closer to Ye Fan, almost sitting next to him, but not quite touching.
The taxi ride, which lasted just over ten minutes, soon came to an end.
Before getting out, Ye Fan asked the taxi driver, "Sir, how much more to Changcheng Court?"
"About seventeen yuan in total," estimated the taxi driver.
Ye Fan pulled out his wallet to pay, but Xu Xiangli quickly placed her hand over Ye Fan's and the wallet, saying, "How could I let you pay for the ride?"
Xu Xiangli's hand was soft and boneless, warm and slippery.
"No, it's my ride, so I should pay," Ye Fan said gravely, without immediately pulling his hand away.
