Zhou Lian's movements were almost frozen.

He leaned forward slightly, his whole body in a stiff state.

Song Ci's breath was very close to his, and her soft lips were still close to Zhou Lian's, seeming to be squeaking unconsciously.

"Zhou Lian..."

She murmured Zhou Lian's name until finally she fell down as weak as if she had no strength.

Zhou Lian stretched out his arms to hold her waist in his arms, carefully placed her in the passenger seat, and ...