What should I say?

Nothing to say is redundant.

He reached out and put his arms around her waist.

When he put his hand on her waist, her body trembled obviously.

Pedestrians on the street looked over, and some even stopped to take photos with their mobile phones and post to their friends.

In this era, even if you eat a piece of stinky tofu, people will post on WeChat Moments, let alone a woman wearing a steel helmet and a big mask hugging her in the street?

Even if this matter has nothing to do with me, I have to post it on WeChat Moments.

Ning Tao whispered in Zhao Wushuang's ear: "What's the point of having a drink?"

Zhao Wushuang nodded and reached out to remove the mask.

Ning Tao grabbed her hand and said with a smile: "I don't want this. Once you take off your mask, your fans will hit me."

Zhao Wushuang raised a pink fist and gently hit Ning Tao's chest.

Little fist punches the chest...

Ning Tao felt a headache.
Chapter completed!