Ji Ziran, wearing a black basketball jersey, stood in front of Rong Qi, scratching his head but not knowing what to say.
In a large smog, Rong Qi let her hair down and covered most of her face with a black mask. She sighed helplessly and said, "You're not going to live in the smog with me, are you?"
"Ah? No, it's not. I..." Ji Ziran still lowered his head and hesitated to speak.
Rong Qi put her hands into her coat pockets, stood on tiptoes and kissed the person in front of her on the cheek through her mask.
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