Yi Lin's palm suddenly grasped her small hand, and he extended a finger, ceaselessly in the center of Molly's soft palm...
Scratching and kneading.
Making Molly feel a bit...
Ticklish.
Molly was instantly stunned.
Her expression went blank.
Her mouth formed an O shape.
Wait a minute—
What kind of bizarre situation is this?
In broad daylight, under the watchful eyes of the public, do you really need to be so urgent, can't you find a more private place?
But actually, upon closer consideration, with the grey fog shrouding the area, visibility isn't great, as long as the two of them don't overdo their actions, and everyone else is focused on their work, they wouldn't notice what's happening here...
Ah spit!
No no no, that's not the point at all!
Molly was somewhat frazzled.
She was a bit puzzled by the bizarre ideas suddenly popping up in her mind.
Maybe this is the worry of highly intelligent people.
Within a few seconds, numerous thoughts raced through Molly's mind.
