C113 Abnormal Degree(1)

Forty minutes ago, in the Toyota.

Yanh Qing was limp in the back seat, feeling weak all over.

A hand reached over and placed on his arm. It was a gentle pinch and a soft laugh was heard.

The hand moved along his arm and climbed onto his neck. The hand rubbed his neck twice, then wrapped around his neck and gently caressed it. Finally, it landed on his Adam's apple and pressed lightly