Qin Sheng was not far away, covering her mouth and laughing wildly. I stared at him. She stopped moving. She threw up cold feet for half a minute. The dirt slid down my crotch to the foot of the sofa. She breathed and coughed, but she stopped getting up. She put her head on my thigh and went to sleep again.

I'm laughing bitterly. What's the matter? I waved to Qin Sheng to come, so that we could go out and get on the bus with Zihan. Huke took the lead to reach me, held Zihan's waist and straightened her up.

But if she was pulled out of her main...