C188 Is He a Ghost?

The surrounding passengers were all clamoring and rubbing their shoulders. Due to the overcrowding, Meng Lingyu was forced to press herself against Jia Zheng's chest.

Jia Zheng's heavy breathing continuously sprayed on her forehead, blowing her brows and bangs into the air. She blushed all the way down to her neck. Her body was boiling hot, as if steam was coming out of it