If You Can't Handle It, Don't Talk About Love

The truck’s headlights blurred, their reflection caught in Lin Miao’s eyes.

Kiss, kiss, could it be!

Is my romantic comedy with destiny about to begin?

Lin Miao’s heart pounded nonstop. This feeling of love was something he was experiencing for the first time.

The truck driver kept trembling, his dizzy mind instantly returning to the days of his youth.

“Young man? Young man? Are you all right?”

He saw Lin Miao spread his arms and embrace the front of the truck, pressing his body tightly against it.

Several black lines appeared above the driver’s head.

Before the driver could say anything, the truck’s front jolted.

[Clatter clatter rattle rattle, are you my destined prince?]