C385 A Person Without Self-awareness

Lin Xiaoxiao was wearing high heels. Jin Beichuan's pace was especially big, and he was very anxious. In addition, her wrist was still tightly gripped by his big palm. In this way, she had to jog along the way in order to keep up with his pace.

"Jin Beichuan, you. . . You let go of me!" Lin Xiaoxiao scolded him coquettishly