C348 Yi han's plagiarism wind wave

"Huan, what are you thinking about?"

Under the old peach tree in the courtyard, Shen Yi nibbled on the peach and called out to Qing Huan a few times, but there was no response. Shen Yi poked Qing Huan's waist with her clean finger. The absent-minded person finally came back to her senses.

What was Qing Huan thinking? She thought about too many things. In the end