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"Honey, I have to drive."
Mai Xiaomai pushed him gently.
"Let me hold you first, it's been so long since I've hugged my wife, I just want to hold you."
Perhaps it was the alcohol, or the longing had grown too strong, Qiao Chutian's voice carried a childish clinginess.
Mai Xiaomai felt her heart soften at his words and wrapped her arms around him.
Qiao Chutian's face began to nuzzle against her chest...
An unusual emotion began to flow ambiguously in the small space.
"Wife—"
Qiao Chutian sat up straight, pointing to the riverside embankment ahead where there were few people, saying to her, "Drive the car over there."
"Why?"
Mai Xiaomai asked, a bit puzzled.
"Just drive over there, don't ask why."
"Alright."
Mai Xiaomai thought he wanted to enjoy the sea breeze over there, got out from the back seat, took the driver's seat, and drove the car to that spot.
"Honey, come sit back here."
Qiao Chutian said to her from the back seat.
"Uh?"
"I want to hold you again."
