At the door of the cafe at dusk, Zhang Fanxing looked at the man in front of him. He was wearing a simple short-sleeved T-shirt, with looming arms and short hair that made him clean and fresh.
"Stay with me, okay?"
Here's the question again. Zhang Fanxing, who had always refused directly in the past, said, "Are you sure you want to date me? I might be a little clingy when I'm in love." As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she felt a little regretful. Falling in love was too troublesome. Just when she was about to regret it, probably because she didn't expect her to agree, the man in front of her hugged her excitedly and said, "I like it when you cling to me."
All right.