This bitch's noise finally convinced Zhuye Hitong that what she saw in front of her was definitely not an illusion, and she smacked his restless hands away. She said angrily, "Why are you following me again?" She couldn't feel at ease.

Leave?

"Nonsense, I didn't follow you." Yan Rong didn't care about her coldness and helped her stand up, so that she could rely on this support to stand steady without any effort, and uttered the words on her lips that she would say with peace of mind every time they meet.

His defense was, "For people who practice martial arts like me, morning exercise is one of the innate habits. Who knew that God likes to arrange coincidences, and I can meet old friends after traveling so far away."

After saying that, he showed a seemingly sincere smile, and a ray of sunlight was cut into tiny dots of light from the treetops and fell on him, making his skin white and rosy like a little doll with pink makeup and jade, soft and soft.

The big black and white eyes under the eyebrows are round and very cute. They occasionally turn cunningly, revealing that kind of very clean and clear eyes, which makes Zhuye Tong unconsciously intoxicated.
Chapter completed!