It turned out that the impure one was not Xiu, but her…
Shen Yanxiao really wanted to cry. She really wanted to cry because of her own stupidity.
To prevent herself from embarrassing herself further, she decisively sat down cross-legged.
Xiu lifted his clothes and elegantly sat opposite Shen Yanxiao.
The two of them sat cross-legged, but in order to make it easier for them to "hold hands", they sat very close to each other.
Very close… very close.
Shen Yanxiao's knees were pressed against Xiu's knees. Through her clothes, she could clearly feel the chill coming from Xiu's body, but this chill not only did not make her feel cold, but instead made her whole body heat up into a boil.
"Hands." Xiu stared at Shen Yanxiao, who had her head buried in her chest. Almost every time he looked at her, Shen Yanxiao got more and more stupid and adorable.
