“An An, have you heard of ‘Willow’?”
Chloe looked at him with a smile.
Unexpectedly, Adrian’s cold and reserved face froze for a moment, just in case he was called a childish nickname. Under the gaze of the girl’s enthusiastic eyes, he slowly turned his head away somewhat stiffly.
“I haven’t heard of it.” His voice was colder than usual.
The system ate melons in his head happily: “Aah, ah, ah, it’s too red chicken!”
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