Sima Yang stretched out his hand and gently pushed aside the bangs covering my wet eyes. His fair and delicate face was filled with worry: "Are you injured?"
The warm and tranquil sunshine fell on Sima Yang's face, like a pool of quiet spring water, containing his handsome face, clear but a little hazy, as charming as a ball of washed-out colorful clouds.
I was stunned, and a cherry-like blush suddenly appeared on my face: "No, it's okay..."
Sima Yang is really... so handsome!
When the atmosphere was so awkward, Hu Xiang led Sima Qing over.[
She just like a sparrow. As soon as he came, the whole person never stopped, "Qing Qing 呱 呱", a series of words: "painted the moon, why are you soaked in the whole body, did you swim?
Bad guy, you didn’t ask me to swim! Oh, beautiful river, here I come!” As she said that, she opened her arms and ran towards the blue river with twists and turns!
Did this guy go out with his head? He actually thought I went to swim in the river... Oh God, please create a wall immediately and let me hit it...
Sima Qing strode forward, stretched out her hand, twisted Hu Xiang's hair, and pulled her back like a mop. Dark clouds appeared on her fair face: "Hu, Xiang"
Huxiang was in pain and begged for mercy: "Okay, okay! I'll swim again later."