Liu Xin has come over. When you look at Xia Shihan's body so pure and delicate, and for the first time in some places, it seems that he has not been succeeded by Tang Yu, you will be surprised to ask. Normally, Tang Yu can't tell him about these things.

"Ah? Xin Jie... You... Why such gossip? Xia poems are shy, and the dew on their charming faces feels the same as the water droplets oozing out of their shyness. Red as a red apple.

"That's true. This kid is so patient that he hasn't picked yet. It can hold back." Liu Xin said with a delicate smile.

"Ah... Hum,...