Lu Xiaoyou sat in Feng Zheyu's car to go back, but just as the car drove out of the parking spot, it stopped abruptly.
Lu Xiaoyou's stomach was already uncomfortable, and the sudden brake caused her head to hit the passenger seat's backrest and made her stomach churn, ultimately forcing her to lean against the window and vomit.
Now she was caught in an awkward situation, half of her body being pulled out of the window by Long Xiliang, while her lower half was held onto by Feng Zheyu.
Lu Xiaoyou: "???"
If a paparazzo caught this, where would her dignity go??
Lu Xiaoyou lifted her head, and in her hazy vision, Long Xiliang's coldly handsome face came into view.
Her mind was muddled, and she had long forgotten that when Long Xiliang was outside, she was supposed to cover her entire face.
She gazed at the man's narrow and deep phoenix-like eyes, his icy obsidian pupils seeming to absorb her senses and soul.
"Ooh... Little Liangliang, are you trying to lift me high?"
