A girl came to Lu Xiaohe's house. She was beautiful and outstanding, with a gentle and well-behaved personality, a typical little fairy type. But no one knew that she pinched his neck arrogantly that night and said coldly: Don't mess with me. So what? Spicy and surly. Lu Xiaohe lit a cigarette and clicked his tongue lightly. This girl, he's sure to fucking mess with her! When it reached the highest point, the reading pavilion was full. Lu Xiaohe's voice was deep and magnetic, with a faint hoarseness of fatigue. When he called her name softly, it was unexpectedly gentle. This was the first time he called her name. Full Lumeng was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at him: huh? It was almost at the highest point. He leaned his elbows on the railing next to him, propped his head lazily, and smiled: Do you want a kiss?