C131 Unthinkable

On the clean cement road, the pink car was speeding along, it was dusty and dusty. Zhang Xiaoshuang's skill in driving the car was not bad, Zhang Zijun felt that it was like how it was in a song: It felt like flying, it felt like freedom, the bright Milky Way had wrapped around my life.

Zhang Zijun sat on the back of the car and hugged Zhang Xiaoshuang's slender waist