Originally, Gu Qianmeng didn't want to talk too much, but at first she looked at Qicheng's expression, and she really tolerated it.

But she reminded her so many times that Qicheng insisted that she had no appetite and she would not say more.

The atmosphere is stifling.

Holding hands and arms, Gu Qianmeng looked out of the window at the scenery faintly.

On the bus, Qicheng still holds his stomach, wrinkles his eyebrows and pulls out some proud curves with his thin lips.

The long eyelashes trembled twice. Gu Qianmeng looked at the window tightly, and the side face of Qicheng was printed.

First of all, I was stunned. Gu...