"Um... Can I touch that... Ball on your head?"
"Ah! No! I managed to make a perfect ball with great difficulty. You can't afford to pay for it if it's broken!"
"One touch is worth twenty."
"Okay, please touch it a few more times." Jiang Yao nudged her head. The only way to have such good things is to be bald.
Yu Qiao suppressed her laughter, reached out and pinched her head gently.
Her love is so cost-effective and so desperate.
Jiang Yao
Intention: The essence of love is the same, and you are my only one