The girl's soft face was filled with shyness and reliance.
In this world, there was someone who was dependent on him. This feeling quietly sprouted in Luo tianlin's heart.
Luo tianlin lowered his eyes and took a step forward.
He tucked the loose strands of hair on her cheek behind her ear.
He leaned over, his thin lips almost brushing past her earlobe.
"Good night," she said.
Xia Bo he trembled.
He grabbed the corner of his shirt, and her soft little ears gradually turned pink under his gaze.
"Brother Zhai, good night!"
Sherby covered her face and ran into the bedroom, almost tripping at the door.
Luo tianlin chuckled.
The next day, at the middle school field.
Xia zhengyang was going to play basketball with his buddies when he was hit by a piece of shocking news.
"Brother, your sister is on fire. Why don't you treat us to a meal?"
"Who is it?" Xia zhengyang could not hide his surprise.
