C637 The Most Annoying Smelly Man

"Zhang Jinming, are you alright or not?" At this moment, Shen Lan suddenly stretched out her hand and tightly held his hand in her lap.

Zhang Jinming's heart skipped a beat. Shen Lan taking the initiative to hold his hand this way was enough to move his heart. He raised his head to look at her, and then held her hand. As he caressed Shen Lan's smooth and soft hands