"I, I really won't run..."
Grace Bai's face was burning hot. She followed him out in a daze and was held by his hand in a daze. It had been about five or six minutes since she went downstairs until now.
"I don't believe it. Look, your foot is about to turn back."
I finally coaxed her out. No matter what I said, I would never let her run away. At least I would wait until we got into the supermarket before letting go of her hand.
Besides, which boy can resist a soft little hand in his palm? Not only that, he can also gently knead it when he can't help it and feel the smooth and tender touch of the other person's skin.
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