Gao Han sighed contentedly. Subconsciously, he looked toward the car next door again, but this time, he didn't see the heated scene from before. Instead, he met a pair of wolf-like, bloodthirsty and fierce eyes.
Holding down the woman's head, Gao Han raised his hand holding a cigarette, greeted the man whose gaze was murderous, and then pressed the clutch to drive the car away.
"Husband, what's wrong?"
The man suddenly stopped his kissing, shielding himself like a startled beast and peering out of the window. Ning Ruixi was very confused. She'd already been a bit dazed after their intimacy, and now she really couldn't grasp what was happening.
Thinking of that malevolent voyeur he'd just seen, Gao Han's lips pressed together even tighter. Facing his little wife's worried gaze, he still gently shook his head, "It's nothing."