Charles Cui waved away the hidden formation.
The noon sun pierced through the green shades, illuminating the roadway transparently. From day to day, the roadway is not too narrow, but too secluded.
Zoe Zheng narrowed his eyes and looked at the sky:
“It turns out it’s almost noon.”
She opened her hands towards Charles Cui, her fingers were as slender as green onions, and her palms were white and tender. Charles Cui was taken aback, raised his hand to put it on, but Zoe Zheng avoided it.
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