Wen Sheng was puzzled. This was a parking lot; what could there be not to look at?
"Fu Yanlin, move your hand!" she whispered.
"Wife, you really can't look—"
"You're not even listening to me now?"
Fu Yanlin hastily released his hand, his expression enigmatic, "It's you who wanted to see. Don't blame me for not warning you."
Having said that, he pointed to a black sedan across the corridor.
The underground parking lot was dimly lit, and from her position, Wen Sheng was in a visual blind spot, vaguely making out two figures standing by the wall.
More precisely, a man and a woman. They were locked in an embrace, kissing as if there was no tomorrow.
Fu Yanlin was right; the sight was indeed an eye-sore.
Wen Sheng felt her cheeks burn as she turned away and whispered reproachfully, "Fu classmate, I didn't expect you to have a penchant for peeping at others kissing!"
