"Ugh—" Chi Enen retched severely, but aside from the nausea, she couldn't actually throw up anything; her stomach was just uncomfortable.
She was holding back fiercely, tears were choked out, and amid her coughing, she didn't forget to argue with a certain person, "And you still don't call that fast?"
"You can ask Huo Yi, I usually drive at 120 mph."
Today, he drove at 90 mph just to accommodate her.
Who knew she'd still get motion sickness.
Chi Enen was left speechless, her stomach was too uncomfortable, she didn't even want to deal with him. She simply closed her eyes to adjust herself.
Li Beijue looked at her pale white side face, already regretting it. His thin lips tightened, and as if unintentionally, he reached out his hand and clumsily patted her back twice.
He wasn't good at taking care of people, originally intending to help Chi Enen catch her breath, but he was too heavy-handed, making Chi Enen even more suspicious that he was taking the opportunity to mistreat her.
