C1479 Inverse Speak of the Spiritualist's Counterattack 48
"I'll drive." Lee Chuan pursed his lips, pressed the person to the front passenger seat, and fastened the seat belt for Yue Xi. Then, he sat in the main seat.
As soon as Yue Xi sat down, a pair of slender and good-looking fingers extended from in front of her. The fingers were lightly pinching a bottle of milk.
"Drink some milk to replenish your strength."
"Yes." Yue Xi nodded
