Ning Zhiyuan patted his forehead and squinted at Li's quiet face, blaming himself. You pervert! She's still a six-year-old! You should be kissed by her and have such a dream!

he looked at Li Jiaren with some frustration. For the first time, he was confused on her handsome face. At last, he sighed quietly and said in a spoiled and helpless tone, "grow up quickly, my lady."

with a smile, he put out his hand and pinched Li's delicate face. Only when his long and white fingers touched her skin, his face suddenly changed!

it's hot! Li Jiaren she has a fever!

I'd rather stay away from others, turn over...