C118 Sober Soup

Ye Han lay in the backseat of the car. She felt as if her consciousness was a small boat in a storm. It was floating up and down, and her stomach was churning.

But the last trace of reason told her that she could not throw up. At least she could not throw up in the car. Otherwise, people like Fenng Yan who were obsessed with cleanliness would definitely kill her. However