Su Sheng saw the little detective's timid appearance and couldn't help laughing, "Don't worry, my people will arrive soon, and right now I can only take one person with me."
After saying this, he picked up his older cousin and started off again, let's go.
I'll take you to put on a show, take you to fly!
Yang Cheng, however, stood next to the minivan, his hair in disarray from the wind.
Li Meixin suddenly realized that being carried like this was quite inappropriate. She wanted to speak, but the wind was too strong, she simply couldn't make a sound.
Finally, she simply buried her head in Su Sheng's chest, playing the ostrich, hearing nothing, asking nothing, just letting it be.
Su Sheng, holding the woman's delicate body in his arms, actually had no lewd thoughts—well, instincts were there, but right now, it was fury that dominated.
