Xi Ziyuan and Jin Shengxi were walking aimlessly on the street. Jin Shengxi's eyes suddenly lit up, "Yuanyuan, how about we go to the mountain over there?"
Xi Ziyuan was a little puzzled. She said she wanted to collect blessings, but Jin Shengxi didn't think about it at all. What kind of blessings or couple's rings? To put it bluntly, she just wanted to go on a date with Xi Ziyuan. As for the winner,
It’s good to have a ring with whomever you love. This thing is sold everywhere.
(Mouqing: You unscrupulous child, how can you make those groups of children who are serious about playing games feel embarrassed?)
"Okay." Xi Ziyuan didn't want to give any blessings anyway, so she might as well go to the mountains with Jin Shengxi. It is said that the air in the mountains is very good. When I was training in the past, even if there were mountains, they would be filled with a strong smell of blood.
Very pungent.
"Well, let's go." Jin Shengxi took Xi Ziyuan's hand very naturally and walked towards the mountain. In fact, the mountain is not far away. It is said to be the mountain called the love of angel. Translated
It is the love of an angel.
However, Kim Sung-hee is a big star after all.
Xi Ziyuan, on the other hand, felt a little awkward being held by Jin Shengxi, and she didn't know why. However, the temperature of Jin Shengxi's palm was very warm. Xi Ziyuan couldn't help but think of Ling Yifeng's embrace that day. In fact, it was also very warm, but there was something different about it.
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Without thinking too much, Xi Ziyuan obediently followed Jin Shengxi to the foot of the mountain.
Taking a deep breath, the air at the foot of the mountain was different from that in the city. But after a while, a strong and pungent perfume smell mixed into such pure air.
With the female compatriots swarming in the distance, Xi Ziyuan immediately understood who Jin Shengxi was? The all-round artist who was so popular, the Prince Charming in the hearts of thousands of women. What's more, Jin Shengxi was gone now.
Wearing a peaked cap, secondly not wearing sunglasses, thirdly not wearing a mask.
It didn't take long for Xi Ziyuan to be squeezed out of the circle of nymphomaniacs, but after all, Xi Ziyuan was also a well-trained killer. She gently brushed her bangs that were blown by the nymphomaniac wind and looked on coldly, with a sense of optimism.
The look of a play.
I don’t know when these idiots will be able to leave.
