Fu Chen wanted to give some advice, but didn't know where to start. He opened his mouth and said nothing. Song Zhiwei was so good now, so good that he thought his life was like a dream, so good that he also wanted to be nice to her.

The depression of being forcibly kissed last night suddenly turned into a wisp of green smoke that kept rising up and completely dissipated.

Song Zhiwei took the clothes, turned to face Chenshi and said with a smile, "I've finished shopping, do ...