Cutting In Line

Upon hearing these words, a chill ran down Jin Long's spine. Although he could take motion sickness medicine and drive, he could only do so occasionally. 

Driving after frequent consumption of motion sickness medicine, although it wouldn't cause him to vomit, would make his chest feel as if it was being pressed down by a huge stone, making it difficult for him to breathe. 

For others, driving a truck might be a good job, but for Jin Long, it was nothing short of torture. 

Jin Long quickly waved his hand and said with a beaming smile, "What's there to discuss? I haven't washed the pigsty yet. Boss Su, you rest first, I'll go wash the pigsty!" 

With a "bang," the door was closed. Su Shen shook his head in amusement, his gaze returning to the documents on the table, but his thoughts drifted back to the morning. 

Her fair, round breasts, reddened like two ripe peaches under his hands.