"Why am I bad?"

Zhang Han also leaned over to Zi Yan and whispered.

As he spoke, a warm gust or air brushed past her ear, which made Zi Yan go limp.

"You! Hmph!" Zi Yan snorted and quickly stepped back.

Her face felt extremely hot, and she did not know if it was because of the mustard or because she was bashful.

"You two... gee!" Zhou Fei constantly sized them up with a playful gaze. After a few seconds, she stopped ...