C100 Pistachio Summer Shallowness

Jiang Zhao nodded. Even if he couldn't get used to smelling it, there was nothing he could do. At worst, he could just go home and tell Ye'er to have some snack at night and not be hungry.

Xia Qian walked to Qin Feiyan's side and opened the brown paper bag in her hand. She used a thin bamboo stick to fork out a small piece of stinky tofu