C625 Ha

Chen Xiaosi gently rubbed his nose, sensitive to the feeling that something was wrong.

He stole a glance at Meng Jiaojiao, who was blushing red, with both hands on her phone, she looked slightly flustered.

He was so flustered that he seemed to be writing on his phone, and at the same time, he was also flustered that he seemed to be modifying something