When he heard the voice of his beloved, Xiao Yang was stunned: "Minghui, how are you?"

He released Minghui and looked at her in surprise.

Don't mention how happy Minghui is when she confirms that this fellow who holds herself is Xiao Yang.

"Xiaoyang, it's really you!"

Her face showed a tinge of excitement, and she could not help holding Xiao Yang's neck, her head tightly clinging to his chest.

The girl's peculiar fragrance, such as Youlan, penetrated Xiaoyang's nostrils, coupled with her concave and convex body tightly clinging to him, causing Xiaoyang to breathe a little quickly.

Xiao Yang's impression of Minghui has always been very good.

Although this...