"Do you look like nothing?"
Lin Yao looked suspiciously at Yanmu Wanqing, then thought for a moment, walked up to her and gently squeezed her earlobe.
Soft, slightly hot.
And it seems to be getting hotter and hotter.
"My face seems to be red, too."
Lin Yao pinched Mu Wanqing's earlobe, blinked her eyes, and then teased her again very untimely.
"Hold my ear."
Mu Wan's white face was indeed tinged with a tinge of red, but she didn't hide or contradict, just said it in a soft voice.
"I would not."
Lin Yaolu