Song Qiao's body was completely stiff, her mind even momentarily blank, and her expression appeared foolish.
There was a moment when she felt like she had been caught doing something bad by a man.
But when she suddenly recalled the events that transpired in the crew and on the car, her mind quickly cleared up, her face turned pale, and she subconsciously began to struggle.
Seeing this, the man merely furrowed his brows slightly. His voice was deep and hoarse, carrying a hint of helplessness, "Qiaoqiao, don't move."
He hadn't rested well during this period, putting all his energy into work. Even the total sleep time over the past few days didn't exceed twenty hours, sleeping less than three hours a day.
