Susana took a look and finally lowered her head to get in the passenger seat.
As usual, Susana did not resist.
After getting in the car, the two of them did not speak, not even a small talk.
Susana kept looking at the hood, her eyes not shifting at all.
After a few years of prison life, Susana knew that she should not think about what she should not think about.
Susana also should not look at what she should not look at.
The man next to Susana was one of the most outstanding guys, and Susana was nothing.
Now, Susana was even stained with dirt, which was even more disgusting.
Susana's stomach began to feel uncomfortable.
It seemed that every time Susana saw Marlon, the sense of inferiority would become stronger.
At the traffic light, Marlon took out a can of hot drink from the cabinet in the car and handed it to Susana.
"Did you catch a cold?"
Marlon noticed that Susana did not look good.
