No matter what, the commotion calmed down, and those who were sleeping continued to sleep.
Shen Jiahui leaned on the man's shoulder and fell asleep shortly. Rong Shao disliked her heavy head and pushed her head to lean on the other side of the chair. At this moment, the seat in front began to jolt again.
Shen Jiayin was just about to move her body.
"Don't move." He poured his words into her ear again, "The people behind are listening."
Shen Jiayin's eyes sank, thinking about the people sitting behind.
Shen Jiahui, half awake, scratched her ear canal with her finger.
In the darkness, a pair of fierce eyes stared straight at the front seat.
The bus drove into the parking lot of the hot spring hotel in the drunken night.
The tour guide asked the tourists to get off the bus.
Shen Jiahui woke up from her sleep and saw Rong Shao's face looking very dark, she swallowed her saliva.
