When two people hugged together, Zhao Bin felt very down-to-earth. He once again embraced each other in his arms, and he would not worry about not finding the other.

"Well, I won't go. Let go. A lot of people are watching." Xia Ling's voice is still so soft, like the sunshine of spring, bathing Zhao Bin's heart.

"No, I'm afraid to let go and you'll disappear in the next second." Zhao Bin did not loosen, but hugged tighter. At this moment, Zhao Bin seemed like a child afraid of losing his toy.

"I swear I won't go." Xia Ling smiled helplessly, but her eyes were sweet, and the other party...