Jaxon got on this kind of bus for the second time, and the road was occasionally bumpy, and everyone in the car bumped along.
Jaxon insisted on sitting with her, his lips tightly pressed. Say nothing.
Meng heard that he had motion sickness, and it was shadowy.
She held back her smile, took an orange from her grandmother from her schoolbag and handed it to him: “This will make you feel better.”
He looked at her with dark eyes. Madison was afraid of his look and turned to look out the other window.
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