Xia Siyu looked around, realizing they were still far from their destination. The car was parked by the side of the road, next to a river.
On the other side rose undulating hills of yellow earth. Some areas were just depressions, while others were deep valleys.
Xia Siyu was a bit puzzled, "What's happening?"
Why had they suddenly stopped? Was there something he wanted to say?
As she thought about it, she remembered how Bo Yan had wrapped his arm around her waist and said, "This is my wife." Although there was no issue from a legal perspective, if he was recognized, she and Bo Yan would be even less able to escape attention.
But before she could ask, Bo Yan nudged the car forward a bit, then again, turning the vehicle to a new position.
Then he turned off the engine, unfastened his own seatbelt, then unfastened hers, and even helped her open the car door: "Come out."
Xia Siyu frowned, reluctant to leave the car. Bo Yan reached out to her again: "Come out, trust me."
