C172 Coming to His Door

Yellow wildflowers spread all over the place. It was very beautiful. Lin Zhihuan walked among the flowers. The branches kept rubbing her calves. She was wearing a white dress that stretched all the way to her knees. When the branches and leaves rubbed against her, her calves were itchy.

Lin Zhihuan wanted to squat down and scratch her, but Yun Nanming's voice suddenly came from far behind