C324 Oil-paper umbrella bloody night

"It's raining."

Lu Beiyou reached out his hand, and rainwater dripped onto the palm of his hand. There was a wine shop not far away from there, and there weren't many customers.

Lu Beiyou looked at Mu Qiuqiu and laughed: "Let's go, we'll go over and say it, don't get wet from Linlin."

Mu Qiuqiu did not make a sound to reject her, but she could clearly feel Lu Beiyou's arm trembling