The height of this small truck's compartment wasn't very high, but it was just enough to see the head of the person standing on the other side. Liu Yang was staring intently at the head of Wen Xiaoyu...
"Wen... Wen..." His lips parted, stammering as he began to speak; Wen Xiaoyu turned her head.
Through a car window, she looked at him, somewhat puzzled, and asked, "What's wrong?" As she spoke, she seemed to notice something unusual herself and raised her hand to touch her ear, "Strange, why does it feel a bit weird..."
"You..." Liu Yang was already dumbfounded, his gaze locked firmly on the back of Wen Xiaoyu's head.
At this moment, Wen Xiaoyu casually lifted the hood of her camouflage jacket, and the moment her head was fully exposed, Liu Yang almost instinctively shuddered. Wen Xiaoyu's movement also suddenly paused, maintaining a half-bowed posture, with her palm still placed on her head.
Snap...
