Ahya hung her head slightly, and her fingertips rested on Xie Jie's palm, shrinking gently.

She seems to be afraid, her voice slightly trembling: "Fangfei niang must pull me, walk to this slippery tree, almost slipped, I rushed to hold her, but ......"

Ahya felt her fingers being squeezed by Xie Jie, the rough fingertips rubbing carelessly, like some kind of hidden and ambiguous exchange in full view of the public.

She bit her lower lip before she maintained her expression ...