Zhu Lian looked at him nervously and defensively: "Who... Are you... You... You... Why are you at my house?"
He had a matter-of-fact expression on his face: "Why are you surprised? Haven't you seen me before?" After speaking, he lowered his head and quickly slid his fingers to cut the watermelon. In his hand was Zhu Lian's ultra-thin, white knock-off mobile phone.
"But..." Zhu Lian shouldn't be a bad person, so he walked over and took back the phone.
"That's mine!" Like a child whose toy has been taken away, he looked at Zhu Lian with sparkling eyes, his skin smooth and supple.
"Who are you?" Zhu Lian came closer and looked at him strangely. There were two interlocking circles hanging on the black rope around his neck. The pendant looked familiar.
"Dear Princess, I am your knight!" - A line from the online novel "The Princess's Knight". It was such a tragedy that Zhu Lian cried after reading it.
"What's your name?"
"The Chinese name is Yiwei." "Do you have an English name?" "My English name is: ONLY."