C150 Don't Blame Me for Being Heartless

What do we do? She's holding the steering wheel, staring ahead, and suddenly there's a flash of inspiration and a cold smile on her face.

Her eyes were cold and merciless as she looked at the brightly lit bar. Brother, you can stop after you help me for the last time.

In the morning, when the subway opened a dark tunnel and drove onto the city's light rail