Da Maomao grabbed Su Wei's calf very smoothly.

"It's itchy, don't rub your hair against me."

Suwei lowered his head and glanced at the big hair on his calf, and said with a little disgust.

Da Maomao was silent for a while, silently pressing his hair down.

What else can it do with its own daddy? Just pet it!

Suwei flew into the night sky with Xia Ye and Da Maomao. The evening breeze blew softly over Suwei's face and slid over Xia Ye's face.

Xia Ye smelled the faint fragrance of orange, and the undercurrent that had been surging in my heart recently slowly calmed down.

He likes such a quiet and warm atmosphere.

If only it could stay like this.

"It's so itchy, don't rub my neck."
Chapter completed!