After reading the real estate information all afternoon, it was dark. Tinge, who was sitting in the passenger seat, felt his male self—esteem suppressed for the first time. In his fantasy he should be the one who held the steering wheel with his wife sitting on the passenger seat. And when the red traffic light was on, he could reach out and hold her little hand. But now, everything was reversed.
Asthered traffic light was on, Creamy stopped the car. In the next second, she reached out and tightly grabbed Tinge’s big palm that was placed on his knee.
Tinge’s entire body trembled, and a helpless smile flashed across his handsome face. He whispered, "Creamy, watch the road."
But she laughed non—stop. In the end, she let go of his hand. Seeing his shy expression, she found it inexplicably interesting.
"Why are you blushing? Are you scared because I'm a female driver?" Creamy deliberately teased him.
He subconsciously reached out and pinched his sexy chin, "My face isn't red."
"Yes, your face is red,” she said with certainty.
"Honey, can you understand how I feel when Iam sitting on your passenger seat?" His face was filled with grievance.
"Why can't a man sit in the passenger seat?" Creamy asked dejectedly.
"Didn't you see many people on the road staring at me? Their gazes are strange. They must think that I am a man who lives on a woman." Tinge was even more depressed. Since he had tall figure and physique, he couldn't be classified as that kind of men who lived on women.
Creamy finally couldn't help but laugh out loud. Then, she narrowed her eyes and looked at him sharply. The more she looked at him, the more satisfied she became. "You are right.Your appearance is so charming. It's really possible for a woman to spend money to support you."
Tinge was rendered speechless because of what she said.
"Alright, don't be unhappy. How about letting you drive the car? I'll take the passenger seat so that you don't have to be depressed." Whenseeing that there was a rather embarrassed look on his handsome face, she quickly comforted him gently.
"You want to me to drive a wine—red car? Honey, I am a man!" Tinge was speechless again.
Creamy also felt that it wasn't too good, but since the current situation was like this, the two of them could only understand each other.
When they arrived at the hotel where Tinge was staying, Creamy parked her car and the two of them took the elevator up.
After coming out of the elevator on the third floor, they decided to have their dinner first, so they picked a seat by the window and sat down.
The street outside was crowded with people and vehicles, and numerous lights twinkled in the night sky. The bustling street scenery was so lively that it dazzled people’s eyes.
Creamy was about to reach out to receive a glass of water from Tinge when she suddenly heard a voice from the side, "Creamy, why are you eating here? What a coincidence!”
Creamy looked aside and realized that it was Spencer, the girl with whom she had wanted to break off her relationship. Spencer had come with a few young girls.
"Yes, it's a coincidence." Creamy narrowed her eyes and smiled.
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