C45 Like a honeymoon?

"Hm."

Song Qinghuan was lying on the back seat of the car, and her head was a little muddled from the impact.

Even so, Xu Ningzhou couldn't care less about the pain in his forehead as he carefully used his hands to protect Song Qinghuan's head. When he saw that the person below him didn't bump into her, he couldn't help but tease, "Kid