He swore that he had never seen his little witch have such a well-behaved scene.

This is a picture that you can't even dream of.

This is not a little witch, isn’t this a little cotton-padded jacket?

"The weather is good today. Qing'er, please take Rongrong out the books in the library and spread them. They have grown hair after a long time."

After Lin Yan casually greeted Jian Douluo and the others, he was still lying on the rattan chair.

The sunlight shining lazily on his body was so comfortable. He didn't want to move, and even felt drowsy.

"Um."

This is how Zhu Zhuqing is, cold on the outside and hot on the inside.

But Ning Rongrong was different. She couldn't help but ask curiously: "Library? Where is that? Why haven't I heard of it?"

"Just come."
Chapter completed!