"Please wait here, I'll be right back!"
Fang Tianlu emphasized this to Zhao Zhan twice before running off with his followers.
Taking advantage of this, Zhao Zhan made a turn to West Street to buy a bunch of things before returning to his room.
"Jiaojiao, I bought candy, hawthorn cakes, and sour plums. If you feel uncomfortable later, you can have some.
"If you're still carsick, you can lie down and rest. Otherwise, we'll stop the carriage and wait till you get better."
Hearing him babble on and on, Yue Jiaojiao couldn't take it anymore and walked over to cover his mouth. "That's enough, Zhao Zhan. You talk too much."
The palm of his lover was smooth and tender, and it felt like an egg custard when it touched his lips.
Zhao Zhan subconsciously opened his mouth.
"Zhao Zhan!"
