After Yi Huan asked, Shen ting's face turned even redder. Then, he pulled the little guy's short hair and said, " "I'm a little hot."
qin yihuan covered her face in shock. " "It's hot in this weather. Brother, you're different from the others."
"What's different?" shen ting was a little curious.
"You don't mean what you say, brother is different," Yi Huan said.
shen ting's eyes widened slightly. he couldn't believe that he had been played by a little brat, and it was the child he liked very much.
he stared at the little guy's little face, and his voice became even more hoarse. " what do you mean by saying one thing but not what you mean? "
Yi Huan did not say anything. She climbed onto his knees and touched his face. "It's a little hot."
Seeing her like this, Shen ting suddenly took her hand down, and his expression was very uncomfortable.
it was also a little scary.
