"I am not Nie Xun." After that gentle kiss, his voice began to ring.

Song's hand was still stiff there in July, but was suddenly held by him. With such a grip, the temperature of the palm came through, which made her feel clearly and immediately refreshed. She knew who the person in front of her and pushed him away with an instinctive response from her hand.

Mo Zhengyan!

"Go away!" In July, Song pushed him out and drank.

"Don't move around and fall carefully."

"I told you not to touch me!" His touch was like a snake and a scorpion, which made her escape at once. Her eyes were...