Look Who I Am

Xia Qinglee randomly rubbed Lu Qian's body, trying to relieve the discomfort. Her soft and boneless little hands had already dug into Lu Qian's clothes, caressing his strong and strong chest.

Lu Qian straightened his body and held Xia Qinglee tightly with both hands. A trace of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. He wished he could immediately get rid of this woman in his arms on the spot.

But he couldn't, he couldn't. . .

"Lu Qian, I. . . I don't feel good. I don't feel good! Help. . . Help me. "

Xia Qinglee could not help twisting her body. Her brows were tight and her face was full of pain. She wanted to relieve this pain and discomfort but she did not know what to do.

There was helplessness in Lu Qian's eyes. He sighed softly and carried her away.

Along the way, Lu Qian ran at full speed. Xia Qinglee, who was sitting in the backseat, had already cried out in sadness.