C1873

When Yan Qingyi saw him, he was already like the wind. Dirty, exhausted.

She threw herself in front of him, a leap, a nimble double. The leg was clamped on his waist. Afraid that she would fall down, Li Cheng should tightly hold her waist.

Under the gazes of the crowd, Yan Qingyi and Li Cheng should have been kissing.

They had not seen each other for two months