As soon as she finished speaking, Ji Chuan suddenly turned his head and quickly pecked her on the lips.
"You…" Yan Huan looked at his triumphant smile and couldn't help but lower her head and laugh.
"Just got married, right?" The taxi driver caught the scene in the rearview mirror, "You two have a great relationship. I remember when my wife and I just got married, we were as affectionate as you two! My wife was jealous and couldn't stand me talking to other women; she wouldn't even let me glance at them... She would make such a fuss... But I was happy inside and liked to see her jealous..."
"Pothole!" Ji Chuan said, looking forward.
"What?" The taxi driver didn't react immediately.
"Pothole, pothole, pothole!" Yan Huan saw it too.
The taxi driver quickly moved his gaze from the rearview mirror to the road, indeed spotting a big pothole, which scared him into quickly steering the wheel.
"Gave me a fright." He wiped off his cold sweat.
