Lisa ran her forefinger along the seam of her duffel bag, its microfield sealing up behind as if she had touched it with a magic wand.

丽莎的食指在帆布的开口上缓缓划过。微场密封条仿佛在魔棒的指挥下随着手指上下滑动。她费力的提起了，里轻轻的哼了一声。