Shen Yian Song Lin

Song Rin stood up, his arm passing through Shen Yian's shoulder, encircling her and clicking the mouse on her hand.,Shen Yian also noticed Song Lin's deep gaze, nervously pursed her lips. It was this tiny gesture that caused Song Lin to slowly approach her.,Shen Yian was pulled to sit beside Song Lin, a hot egg placed on his forehead, it felt quite comfortable.。