The number eight bus arrived just in time, but it seemed quite crowded. Gu Qibao asked, "Should we get on?"
Di Mingjue glanced at her, "What do you think?"
"Let’s get on then!" Gu Qibao gritted her teeth, "Maybe every bus is crowded."
After all, every time she went out, she noticed the buses were always packed.
The two of them held hands and got on the bus amid the bustling crowd. Then they realized they didn’t have any change, and after some hesitation, Gu Qibao dropped a one-hundred-dollar bill in the box.
She didn’t have a choice. They couldn’t just not pay. Besides, they could get some cash out when they got off at the shopping mall.
However, a one-hundred-dollar bus ride felt quite expensive, and Gu Qibao couldn’t help covering her face.
There were no seats left on the bus, so they found a place to stand.
The whole bus was curiously looking at them. They couldn’t help it; the pair were just too good-looking.
Moreover, Di Mingjue had an incredibly powerful aura. His handsome face exuded an indescribable arrogance, his clothes were elegant and upscale, and his whole being had a lethal charm. It was as if a king had descended upon the world, making others instinctively step back.
With one hand he held onto a bus strap, while his other hand cradled Gu Qibao in his arms. He looked at her and whispered in her ear, "Smelly gourd, do you like this?"
"Actually, I quite like it." Gu Qibao nodded vigorously.
Di Mingjue slowly curled his lips, whispering in her ear, "Then hold on tight to your husband and don’t let go."
Gu Qibao blushed and slowly reached out her hands, gradually wrapping her arms around him.
Throughout the ride, Gu Qibao managed perfectly well without holding onto anything else; she was content just holding onto Di Mingjue.
They stood there quietly, not talking much. This feeling was actually quite pleasant. There were no luxury cars or flashy bodyguards, just the tender care and protection from her man.

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