From his fingertips came his temperature, a little hot, Gu Qianmeng frowned.

Then he looked down and fixed on his hand. "Now is not the time... And now we're talking about fish, not feelings."

She looked at the fish still jumping in the bucket, calmed down and said to Qicheng, "As for this fish... I've got the credit for catching it too! ____________ I think it's better to stew soup. It's nutritious! What do you think of the president?

"Thousands of dreams! Are you funny or not? As he gritted his teeth, Qicheng looked at Gu Qianmeng's eyes and said seriously, "I don't want to talk to you about fish...