"What kind of man are you, what kind of man..."
The next day, Jiang Chen still woke up surrounded by music.
The car's performance was indeed impressive, operating like a mobile home.
Jiang Chen sat up straight and looked at the car door.
After maintaining almost the same position for the whole night, he twisted his sore neck that seemed a bit stiff.
It was unclear when the rain stopped, but outside the car, the cheerful chirping of birds could be heard.
Next to his leg.
The lady who used him as a pillow all night was no longer there.
She left?
Impossible.
The car was still here.
There's no way that witch, accustomed to luxury and in high heels, walked down the mountain.
"Swoosh."
The car door was pulled open.
A familiar oval face appeared, with water stains on it, suggesting a quick wash.
As for where the water came from in the wilderness.
She brought her own, enough for experiments, let alone for rinsing and washing her face.
