The kiss ended, and Enna Clark was almost out of breath.
The culprit, however, was in a good mood and got into the car first.
Enna's lips were still slightly numb, and her cheeks were flushed. Although she shot him a few fierce glances, she still got into the car.
"Master, go to this place." She handed over her phone.
Pacifica was a place with an open culture, and many of the tourists here were honeymoon couples. So the driver wasn't surprised by the kiss; after all, couples kissing on the beach were everywhere, and he was used to it.
He didn't notice Enna's flushed face. He took the phone, glanced at it, and then handed it back to Enna, giving an OK gesture towards the back. Then he started the car.
Soon, the taxi arrived at their destination.
Enna got out of the car first.
During the car ride, she had already made herself forget about that bold kiss on the main road. She calmed down again.
