First Love Fantasy Season: The Prince Is A Little Bad

In fact, sometimes she also hopes that she can be a fool, not to understand anything, and then grow old slowly, and she will be happy even if there is no one around her!

Because she knows that there are so many people and so much love in the world, even if she wants it, she cannot get a beautiful love.

As she was listening, there was movement beside her. Yinghan didn't look at it, maybe the person sitting with her had arrived.

After a short while, the car started. Yinghan leaned back. She was very sick from cars. If she didn't have to go somewhere far away, she really didn't want to take the car, because she would feel dizzy and nauseous even if she took the bus.

She closed her eyes and listened to the song quietly, hoping to relieve the discomfort of motion sickness.

As soon as she closed her eyes, she felt more and more uncomfortable. She felt like vomiting in her heart. She suddenly stretched out her hand and covered her mouth tightly. She opened her eyes and prepared to ask Yingrou in front of her to help her get a bag.

However, after opening her eyes, she discovered a problem. It was impossible to let go of her hand covering her mouth. If she did, she would spit it out immediately. So she couldn't speak at all. However, she didn't dare to do it casually.

She moved around because the feeling of wanting to vomit became more and more severe. If she moved around again, she would definitely vomit immediately.

What should I do? She couldn't ask the sister in front of her to help her get the bag, and she couldn't go there herself.

Restless, she sat in her seat and felt so uncomfortable that she wanted to cry: Why did she get so car sick when the car started to move? Everyone else was fine, but she was about to vomit.

The person sitting next to her seemed to sense something was wrong with Ying Han, and reached out to touch her lightly: "Are you feeling uncomfortable? Are you motion sick?"

Thank God, Yinghan turned her head, looked at the boy opposite and nodded. She couldn't speak and could only cover her mouth tightly with her hands.

The boy also understood what Ying Han meant, so he stood up and walked a few steps forward. After a while, he came over with two black bags in his hands. "Here you go."

Yinghan reached out to take it, put it to her mouth and spit it out. God! It was so tortured. If this boy hadn't helped her, she would have been unable to hold it in and vomited in the car.

She was so uncomfortable with vomiting that the boy sitting next to her reached out and patted her back: "Are you feeling better? Do you want to drink some water?"