C113 A Call Under the Night Sky

Two cars barely scraped by a few millimeters.

Zhan Sijue's handsome face was slightly red, and his face was full of anger.

He picked up Ning Xi's collar in a violent manner and shouted at the hoarse voice, "Ning Xi, sit properly. "

His voice stopped abruptly.

Ning Xi suddenly raised her palm sized face and kissed his lips.

His lips were thin and cold, soft like jelly