C383 The Kiss of the Ferris Wheel

The two of them rode on the same wooden horse. Lu Yiran sat behind her, and she could clearly feel. . . His hard body was pressed against her back. His two big hands tightly hugged her waist.

Han Zhiyu originally thought that they would ride a horse by themselves, but now with such an ambiguous posture, it was as if she was already snuggled into his embrace