C1538 Stallholder Journal 20

"On the streets, kissing your mouth doesn't matter." Jiang Yong stroked his tiny hair.

Xu Xi suddenly stopped all his movements and shifted his gaze from Jiang Yong to the surroundings.

As the time for work came, the crowd began to surge. Some of them were curiously looking at them.

Xu Qing's face turned completely red as he pulled his hand out of Jiang Yong's hand