Chi zixian walked over to Chu Xia with a cup of tea and sat down beside her. He leaned on her and rubbed his shoulder against her. "Give this Lord a massage on his shoulders, Zhenzhen."
Chu Xia glared at him unhappily. Chi zixian, you're feeling suffocated if you don't oppress me for a day, aren't you? "
Chi Xian grabbed Chu Xia's hand and placed it on his shoulder. He said shamelessly,"My hand isn't injured!"
"I'm not rubbing!"
Chu Xia withdrew her hand in a daze and turned her face away.
hey, ran ran. Chi zixian put down the cup of tea and reached out his hand to pull Chu Xia's face over in an overbearing manner. who are you angry at? "
"Yueyue, if I remember correctly, we just had an argument, right?"
Chu Xia removed his cold hands from her face.
"Rub Rub!" Chi zixian patted his shoulder and said in a friendly tone,"If you don't help me rub it, it's really going to be crippled!"
"He deserves to be crippled!"
