Joyce's face was slightly hot and she couldn't help but keep her face away.
It felt like she was getting intoxicated by him.
Still nothing.
Could it be in the other pocket of the pants?
She had no choice but to stretch his body, head down, and put her hand in his right pants pocket.
"Oh my God, doing that thing without closing the window?" A woman passed by the car and screamed.
Doing that thing? Joyce was stunned, and then understood what it meant.
"Mind your own business. Can't you see it's a Bentley? A limited edition worthy of tens of millions RMB. It's a rich man's game. Go away, don't look at them." The man beside the girl said.
"But that's too ......"
"Let's go, let's go. Go back home and we'll do the same."
"You're annoying as hell."
Joyce actually wanted to look up and retorted to them. She was just looking for her car key. They were the ones who were overthinking it.
But the truth was, she didn't dare to look up in the end.
It felt like she was losing her face because of Luther.
Being misunderstood by others in the public.
The more embarrassed she felt, the more nervous she was. And the more nervous she was, the less she could touch the key. Unknowingly, her face had swelled to red. Finally she touched a hard thing, and her heart fluttered with joy.
"Where are you poking around?" Luther suddenly opened his eyes and looked directly at her. His voice was heavy and slightly hoarse.
Joyce was so startled that she retracted her hand.
Hard and long, was it not a key? Then what could it be?
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