The endless stream of cars, the red convertible sports car in the sun, Ling Xiao sat on the seat and patted the shoulder of devil Xuan like a brother, "thank you, it's so cool!" Laugh out loud, and then slowly stiffly replaced by a small sob. She tried harder than anyone, and paid so much effort, damn it, damn it! Small hands hit the car hard, crying more and more.

the devil porch is pulling at the corners of her mouth. She wants to laugh and cry. These are emotions he can't understand: "monkey driving." Don't modern people like to celebrate after a happy event?

"who is your name monkey!"...