Biased
Mo Lihua stepped off the plane that had finally landed in City S, two hours away from the capital. That was the case even when the inside of the plane was cold enough.
She felt suffocated, probably because of the black turtleneck sweater that she had been wearing. From time to time, she touched the cloth covering her neck, with a grim smile on her face.
There was really no choice but to wear something that could cover the red marks that her husband had left before and recently.
Aside from being uncomfortable due to what she was wearing, all her limbs and muscles ached and felt sore as well because of her recent bedroom activities.
On top of it all, she had no choice but to endure the two-hour flight with a grumpy Piore. Mo Lihua could hear him mumble to himself annoyance for cursing his life, just because he did not have enough sleep, while pretending she did not exist.