Hanzi suddenly smiled faintly and said, "Yes, that doesn't seem very good. You have always been the goddess in my mind, the sacred and mysterious kind. If you were my girlfriend, you might not have that mysterious feeling. Let's... Xiaoxia you..."

There's no way to go on with his words, because Zixia, who refused to be his girlfriend just now, did something that stunned him.

Originally, both of them were looking at the wonder of space on the flying mushroom. The purple clouds suddenly rushed down and pressed him underneath. The small warm orchid-scented lips were printed on his thick lips again. But the next moment, before Hanzi could speak,...