C71 A Kiss Under Cotton

The wind was whistling by her ears, and the Dao Tree quickly swept past the mottled shadows of the trees. Under the sunlight, the shadows flickered and dimmed, sprinkling on Lu Zhihuan's face.

She looked at Nian Yingyao curiously. At this moment, there was a red light flashing in front of her. The man suddenly braked and the car stopped abruptly. The woman's body immediately stumbled forward