"I... I know!" Surprisingly, the clove was so shy that it lowered its head and twisted it.

"What do you mean to me, then?" Chen Jiu went forward, hugged the lilac directly, looked down at her and said, "I like you!"

"I..." Clove blushed with shame. She looked up at the man who was a sincere hero and felt his huge crest. Her heart was a bit confused.

This man stepped into her heart step by step and let her be happy, angry and sad for it. And the talent he showed today is more admired by her. To tell the truth, she also began to attach importance to him...