Du Xiaojuan, who was lifted up to jump her leg, also stopped struggling in dismay, blinked silly under the quilt.

When Du Xiaojuan opened the corner of the quilt, her face turned red to the root of her neck. She quickly drew back her left foot, frowned and read her mouth, and looked at Guanyu unhappily.

I don't know what kind of heart this is. Girls may be shaking hands, but they won't feel too shocked and shy. However, such a little foot is held by a man, and is clipped to Guan Yu's cheek. Du Xiaojuan's heart is in a state of panic.

"You... What are you doing?" Du...