The driver of the Internet car is the king of power.

When the car driver, Lusawa, sat in the car late at night, sat on a cold, beautiful lady, and the light was on her black dress, smug and seductive, and Rusawa wanted to keep her distance, but when she turned around, she suddenly pulled her wrists off, and her ears sounded low, and the air in her car was rising, and her eyes were entangled with him in the mirror, and her eyes were soaring, she was fascinated by her identity, she came up, she was twirled by his collar, her finger was so long, the night's street lights were running out of control at once, and finally, at night, she came close to his ear, whispering that she wouldn't come home tonight, her eyes were dark and her hands were under the wheel.