Seeing the man's eyes darken again and about to kiss her, she quickly changed her tune, "Alright, alright, I choose eating, eating."
Only then did the man sit up satisfied, solemnly turning the steering wheel and merging into the traffic.
Amelia, seeing that he finally returned to normal, took a deep breath and then cursed loudly at the man beside her, "Daniel Cooper, what the hell were you thinking just now? Are you tripping on drugs or what? If the cars behind hadn't honked, would you have gone even further?"
The man kept his eyes on the road, driving seriously, and after she finished her tirade, he simply exhaled softly, "I didn't intend to do anything, just wanted to take you out for a meal."
Amelia, "..."
I eat shit.
"And after eating?"
"Take you home."
She smiled and nodded, very good, he still doesn't plan to explain, huh.
Licking her sores from the kiss, she leaned her head against the back of the seat, her gaze fixed on the ever-changing street scenes outside.
