C170 Pick up Your Life

After Shi Ba's car, he picked up the whip and started to dance beside my window.

The yellow raincoat disappeared, and I started the car and drove out of the village, not believing it. — No one can get out, girl. I have to break in today.

I steeled my heart, wrist straight soft, sweat like rain, on the hand tied to the red rope, on the Master's wood. Master, you must bless me