Evening self-study
Sheng Mo felt his left hand being held by someone
"? Yan Qiu"
His hands were spread out
"Yan Qiu, what are you doing?"
A cool thing ran from his ring finger to the end
"Yan Qiu, you are sick!!"
Sheng Mo's writing hand began to use force until it turned red.
[As long as everyone enjoys reading it, I will try my best to write it sweetly (?? ??)]
Intention: As long as everyone watches it happily
