Jiang Lai yawned, glanced at his back, and couldn't help but nod.
Small head, broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs; even simple white shirt and jeans exuded a clean and unworldly vibe of a west coast nomadic poet.
His messy steps looked a bit flustered, and Jiang Lai silently watched and laughed, her eyes fixed on Liang Qizhou's tall figure—over 1.8 meters—forced to retreat by a thumb-sized insect.
[Hahahahaha Zhou Zhou's lifelong enemy, flying bugs]
[Help someone, my husband is going to be scared to death by a bug]
[In the panic, both long legs went their own ways, hahahaha]
[Oh nonono Zhou Zhou, where are you retreating to!! Look behind you!!]
Liang Qizhou couldn't see the barrage and naturally didn't know that his flustered steps had already brought him close to the sofa.
Jiang Lai sat perfectly still, holding hot coffee and looking at her phone. When she realized that the tall figure was about to topple backward, she furrowed her brows and gave a high kick.
