"Weiwei, what are you thinking about, so happy?" Xi Zixuan brought orange juice, smiled and gently tapped Xia Weiwei's head with his hand.
"I'm thinking about what happened when we were young." Xia paused slightly, then put his hands around Xi Zixuan's waist, and the faint scent of roses came to his nostrils. Xi Zixuan is such a clean man. He always has a faint scent of roses on his body, but it is not annoying. Xia Wei took a deep breath and said, "I've always wanted to ask you something."
Xi Zixuan stretched out his arms and hugged Xia Weiwei, and said funnyly: "Our Weiwei family has never been afraid of anything. Is there anything that you want to ask that you don't dare to ask?"