C29 Little Cute (I)

Huang Xing smelled a familiar yet long-awaited fragrance. That perspiring little hand was a beautiful memory of his.

A sweet female voice with a hint of childishness began to sing: Gently blindfold your eyes, let you guess who I am...

To a certain extent, the owner of this voice made Huang Xing a little helpless.

Huang Xing gently pulled her hands away