She: "What is shyness, I don't know these two words."
Zhao Qingying tilted her head and looked at her with a smirk: "Really?"
As soon as the words were finished, she put her hands on Yu Shu's neck, and she shivered from the cold.
She smiled and moved her head closer, the distance between the two was less than half an inch.
Yu Shu was expressionless: "What are you doing?"
"Shhh, don't talk." Zhao Qingying whispered, keeping her eyes on her face, the hot breath sprayed between the two of them, a thin mist rose, and then disappeared.
After a long time, Zhao Qingying was not surprised to see an imperceptible blush on Yu Shu's face. She touched Yu Shu's earlobe, leaned close to her ear and whispered: "Have you learned it? This is called shyness."
Yu Shu: "...is sick."
Zhao Qingying laughed loudly, put her hands by her mouth, and rubbed them together.
Yu Shu: "..." The **** goddess is still a rascal at heart.
But she has always been unwilling to admit defeat, so she hooked Zhao Qingying's neck in a strange way, pulled her closer, looked down at her eyes slightly, smiled slightly, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Zhao Qingying, you are a bit pretty."
Zhao Qingying: "..."
Zhao Qingying's face turned red immediately, the top of her head seemed to be steaming, and her whole body felt warm.
Yu Shu, you made a foul! she cried inwardly.
Yu Shu smiled, pinched her face with one hand: "I think, this is called shyness."
Zhao Qingying: "I, I, I am good-looking, not a little bit, but knock-knock good-looking!"
Yu Shu nodded and took two steps back, with a smile still on her face, she waved her hand smartly, leaving only one sentence that made her heart beat faster.
"The pretty Zhao Qingying, I'm going back, goodbye."