Oh, sins, oh sins.
Poor Mo Jingchun, pinching his nose, enduring the strange mixed odors in the air.
Really makes you want to puke.
Especially listening to Zhou Yaling dry heaving, Mo Jingchun felt that if this continued, he'd inevitably join her ranks.
Zhou Yaling weakly twisted open a bottle of mineral water and took a big swig to rinse her mouth.
What's going on today, why is the car sickness so bad?
Usually, when taking a coach home, it's just a bit dizzy.
Could it be that living a good life has made me delicate?
Luckily Mo Jingchun didn't know Zhou Yaling's thoughts at this moment, or he would surely have mocked her.
The little one, after eating a piece of durian, looked at the rest in the box drooling.
So delicious, still want to eat more.
"Have more tomorrow."
These four words from Mo Jingchun were enough to make the little one obediently put down the box.
Soon, the two odors in the car were blown away by the cold wind, making Mo Jingchun feel much refreshed.
