Nine days?
The Sahara Desert?
Blood as thick as asphalt?
Thinking of these points, Yao Lina subconsciously wanted to reach for her water cup to drink.
Even though it was November and the weather was getting cooler, she still felt as uncomfortable as if she were standing under the summer sun.
Pan Wei and the others were even more horrified, subconsciously touching their wrists, only to realize it was a false alarm after a moment.
Felt like their heads were getting dizzy from the sun.
Pan Wei mocked his own overreaction, then pushed his seat further back, trying to avoid the sunlight coming from the front of the car, but was kicked hard in the back of his seat by a tall guy behind him.
"Don't fucking squeeze!" the tall guy said irritably. Even though the Jeep had a lot of space, it was not meant to be squeezed like this, "If you want to avoid the sun, why don't you just block it with your clothes?"
How could they film if they blocked it?
