"Thirteen, what are you thinking?" Liu Ziqing had a fascinating halo hanging on his face. He pinched Shen thirteen tightly with his small hand, fearing that he would fly away. He was also afraid that this feeling would disappear at once.

"Would you be angry if I said I was recalling the original goddess?"

"If so, you've already said that." Liu Ziqing muttered.

"Oh, it's so big here. I'm still here for the first time. It must be that all the students here have a proud heart."

Shen thirteen also squeezed her little hand, which used to be used for remembering, but now it is to cherish. Shen thirteen likes...