“Being able to get out is already good enough,” Tao Yu thought about Yue Linze. She had wanted to return to prison all day, but now that she was free, she suddenly felt lost. Yue Linze was no longer in the prison, so returning would be meaningless. Where should she go now?
Zhou Ying stretched and hailed a taxi, saying to her, “Captain Tao, let’s go! Back to the prison.”
Tao Yu opened her mouth, about to speak, when suddenly a car horn sounded from the corner. She instinctively looked over, and a black car approached her, stopping in front of her. The window slowly rolled down.
Tao Yu’s heart beat faster than ever. Her lips went dry, and she almost cried when she saw who was inside.
“Little prison guard, you’ve worked hard these days. Happy release. No tofu, have some soy milk instead.” A distinctly boned hand held out a box of soy milk.
Tao Yu sniffled, calmly taking the box and opening it, coldly asking, “When did you get out?”
“When you didn’t come to the solitary confinement room to find me,” Yue Linze smiled.
Tao Yu found the soy milk bitter. After drinking two sips, she lowered her eyes: “I didn’t mean to.”
“I know. Fatty told me after I got out,” Yue Linze curved his lips, seeing Tao Yu was still unhappy. He leaned out of the car, “Little prison guard, we’ve both been released. How about we celebrate?”
Tao Yu laughed, her eyes instantly turning red: “Pervert.”
Yue Linze raised an eyebrow, but before he could speak, Tao Yu had already grabbed his face and kissed him. The moment their lips met, both of them sighed deeply from the bottom of their hearts, as if everything had finally settled.
Zhou Ying stood by the taxi for a long time, touching his nose: “I’ll go first then…” His voice was slightly weak, and he laughed at himself before getting into the taxi.
After a long kiss ended, Tao Yu sat in Yue Linze’s car, glancing at the luxurious interior: “Did you rob a bank right after getting out of prison? Where did you get this car?”
