"Chloe Song, what's wrong with you?"
The words "not letting it go" in the afternoon and the current movements are both very strange.
Ryan couldn't understand.
After a brief silence, Chloe Song made a very ambiguous move. She stood up straight, sat on the boy's waist again, grabbed his hands, leaned over, and looked at him.
"Is this... some kind of game?"
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