Bo Jichuan gawks at the fingers tightly clenched by Li Jiaren. It seems that this is the first time she is so close to the girl. Her body is still fragrant with the strawberry that he remembered when she met him for the first time, which seems to linger in his breath.

suddenly, a mosquito fell on Li's forehead, and Bo Jichuan reached out to pat her to death without thinking about it. But when the palm went down, the force was much lighter than he thought.

the mosquito was patted to death. Before he could take back his warm big hand on Li Jia's bright forehead, she suddenly rubbed...