Lu Zhian felt a slight itching in the palm of his hand. Shen Dai's eyelashes kept brushing against his palm, itching and numbing... Shen Dai's eyelashes were as long and thick as the little girl's eyelashes. "Lu Zhian..." "... Sleep! Or I will throw you down!" "What if I fall to death!?" "Why weren't you afraid of falling to death when you climbed up just now..." "... Your uncle..."
Concept: It's just other people's love stories