When Li Xiaolu got into the car, she was immediately pressed on her seat and a hot passionate kiss fell on her lips. With their tongue intertwined, Zhang Zhehan kissed her as if he had been parched and thirsty for many months.
Li Xiaolu could almost feel her soul going out of her body by his passionate kiss. It was good that the people on the outside couldn't see what was going in. After a short passionate kiss, Zhang Zhehan kissed her forehead and ignited the car leaving her breathless, dizzy and a little hot after their kiss.
A few minutes later, Li Xiaolu composed herself and looked at her husband who was driving the car. Even his side profile looked so beautiful and handsome, that she sometimes felt that she was quite lucky that this man was her husband. It was not just his look but also his heart which made her love him all over again.
"What was that for?" she asked.
"Why? Can't I kiss my own wife?" Zhang Zhehan answered with a small chuckle.