C89 Major illness

Looking at Zhang Mingyue's bright and pure little face, she blushed. Ling Feiyu could not bear to tease her anymore. Some things should wait until we're in bed.

"How long is this going to take? It's not convenient even for you to go in and out everyday." Zhang Mingyue was unhappy. At this time, the car arrived at the village entrance. There was a construction vehicle for repairing the canal