Leng Youchen watched as she fled into her room in a panic, and he couldn't help but let out a laugh, turning his head to look at the hand that was still held up in mid-air before lowering it. Indeed, his wife seemed to be telepathically in tune with him, meeting him in such a manner even at this late hour.
A different sort of pleasure arose in his heart, as if they were lovers who couldn't resist their longing for each other, sneaking around behind their parents' backs.
This feeling was both exciting and refreshing to him; he truly wanted to scale the fence and climb into her room to spend a lovely night together.
Once this thought surfaced, it was unstoppable, and, before he could lose control and do something inappropriate, he pulled open the car door, bent down, and sat inside, forcing himself to start the car and drive away.
