The fatty rubbed his face, and his fingernail accidentally burst a blister on his forehead, causing a searing pain once again.
Clear, whitish fluid flowed down, directly mixing with the sweat and seeping into his eyes.
The fatty quickly pulled out a tissue to wipe it off, but the car suddenly veered to one side, startling everyone.
Fortunately, the fatty quickly steered the wheel back, steadying the jeep once again.
"Maybe I should drive?" the tall guy looked a bit panicked and nudged the fatty's shoulder.
"Let's switch after we get to the area up ahead; it's easy to get stuck if we stop here," Du Chuan also began to worry.
"Alright, we'll look for a flat area to switch," the fatty nodded repeatedly.
The sand in the Qaidam Desert was too loose, creating a lot of resistance against the vehicle's tires.
Stopping carelessly could likely cause the vehicle to sink, leading to undesirable outcomes such as the engine stalling.
