Suddenly, there seems to be something in the brain that is stabbing hard, heartbreaking pain.

The intended kiss stopped.

Huo Qingtian holds his hands against his brain, and his beautiful sword eyebrows coincide with a Sichuan character.

He buried his head between his legs, and the pain became unbearable, so he hit his head against the chair in the co-driver's seat.

Vehicle, slightly ground motion.

Outside, I thought something indescribable had happened in the car. Where would I think that someone could ache so much?

"What's wrong with you, Kui?"

"Are you all right?"

Song Weiqing was frightened by Huo Miao's action.

Only Song Weiqing said that he cared about...