And Du Xiaojuan crowded in the car, the car is very crowded, because the two close to the door, squeezed in front of the car, Du Xiaojuan's soft body almost stick to Guanyu's body.

Du Xiaojuan swept Guan Yu's eyes with a small mouth and pretended to be casual, but found that Guan Yu was looking at herself with a bitter smile and turned her face aside in a hurry, but her face was flushed and blushed.

Few contact with boys, let alone so close.

A turning of a bus makes passengers lean to the right. Du Xiaojuan, standing in front of Guan Yu, held the arm beside the door...