Outside the window, fleeting scenery in front of him, have formed a nihilistic scenery.

The picture, full of her senses, seems to have been brought into a mysterious world, gradually, lost consciousness.

Suddenly, that noble and forceful handsome face approached him. His delicate light tobacco flavor became clearer and clearer. Mu Chudi grabbed his seat belt nervously and sweated in his palm.

What does he want to do?

As the familiar taste becomes stronger and stronger, Muchu flute's heart is like a deer bumping around, and his little hands almost twist the seat belt into twists.

The thin lip is only one palm away. Muchu flute lowers his eyes, and...