At four o'clock in the afternoon, the bus was driving on the winding mountain road in Ruishan and stopped on a vast flat land halfway up the mountain.
Graham Zhou raised his hand to wake the person up.
The eldest lady's big round eyes were half-opened, her little mouth was pouting and she was rubbing against his chest, like a kitten: "I'm so sleepy."
Every time Eliza Yan rubbed against him, Graham Zhou's face turned pale.
Aware of the sight in front of him that could not be ignored, Graham Zhou reluctantly looked back.
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