C218 Pickled Radish

Yin Huanzhu's face turned red instantly, but it was concealed by her scarf.

Just from the actions of the two of them, as well as the ambiguous atmosphere they gave off, the air was already filled with a sweet smell, as if there were many pink bubbles popping out in the air.

He held a small basket in his hand and spoke with dissatisfaction: "Big sister, brother-in-law