"Is that so? I feel it's almost the same."

Xicheng style responded.

This was the first time he had seen the son of White Mist experience such great emotional fluctuations.

"...It seems that you don't know the gap if you don't actually taste it!"

Seeing that Xicheng style was still the kind of casual tone, the God of White Mur can no longer hold it back.

Without hesitation, she reached out and grabbed Xicheng's hand, and then stood up.

“…” Xicheng style.

How much does this girl like donuts?

He looked at the serious face of the White Mist Godson, and thought about it again.

Anyway, he will have to go to the station to get on the tram to Wenjing District in a while, so there is no problem with accompanying him to the station.

"Let's go! West City."

The White Mist Godzi pushed the Xicheng style with both hands, and his pretty little face turned red.

Today she insisted on letting Xicheng Style know the deliciousness of the doughnut!
Chapter completed!