At the end of Zhan Li, he scratched his hair impatiently: "did I ask you to come over?"

If she hadn't come running, he wouldn't have felt so hot about this woman.

"..." Zhuang Momo wanted to refute, but couldn't find a word to refute. He was right. He really didn't ask her to come over. She was being sentimental, "Well, I ate too much and ran out Digest and digest." Zhan Limo looked at Zhuang Momo at the end of the war, and the more he looked at her, the more she felt that this woman was so pretty, and gradually Zhuang Momo's appearance coincided with the little beauty he had only seen once in his memory, which made him feel itchy. "Zhuang Momo, it's so difficult to admit that you have thoughts about me? You admit it, I might be kind if I admit it