C121 Bitter sweetness

She reached for a bottle of water and poured the contents of the bottle onto a towel. After wiping her hands several times, she leaned over and reached out to massage Yuan Zhonghua's head. The driver, seeing this scene in the rearview mirror, didn't say a word.

When the slightly cold and gentle fingertip touched Yuan Zhanghua's forehead, Yuan Zhanghua immediately felt comfortable