Chu Rong noticed Song Ci's movements and turned his face away, his eyes slightly embarrassed.

To be honest, if Song Ci didn't move fast, Chu Rong felt that he would like to kiss again.

Song Ci ran out from the side that was not supported by Chu Rong's arm, looking at Chu Rong, covering his mouth, with a questioning look in his eyes.

"Let's go." Chu Rong suppressed the thought in his heart that he wanted to kiss Chu Rong again, and nodded.

Knowing that Chu Rong would not come to kiss her again, Song Ci put down the hand covering his mouth.

Looking at Song Ciyan's red lips, Chu Rong raised his hand and pinched the center of his eyebrows, his eyes drooping, his heart pressed hard.

Because, now Chu Rong felt that he not only wanted to kiss, but also wanted to do something bad.

Chu Rong spit on herself inwardly, feeling that she really shamelessly broke herself.

Song Ci will only come of age next year.

"Go." Song Ci had already walked a few steps forward, only to find that Chu Rong hadn't followed, so he turned around and urged.

"Here." Chu Rong strode forward, and then walked side by side with Song Ci.

Then, after the two turned side by side, they saw a thin young man approaching him with something in his hand.

Song Ci and Chu Rong didn't know the young man, naturally, and didn't take it to heart. The two walked a little aside, and then the three passed by.

But I don't know if it was Song Ci's illusion. I always felt that when he just passed by, the young man seemed to stare at her.

But when Song Ci thinks about it, she thinks she may have been careless.

Looking back at the thin young man's back, Song Ci turned his head, his face was stinky.

"What's wrong?!" Chu Rong asked concerned.

Song Ci's face is so stinky, he always feels unhappy.

"Have you noticed the boy who just walked past?" Song Ci asked casually.

"What's the matter?" Chu Rong looked over curiously, and asked in confusion, "Could that person offend you?!"

"No." Song Ci shook his head.

"What happened then?" Chu Rong was curious.

"Do you think that person is a bit tall?!" Song Ci said.

Chu Rong recalled that for half a second, and nodded: "It's really quite high, and it should be at least 1.8 meters or more by visual inspection."

After Chu Rong finished speaking, he found that Song Ci's face on one side was strangely stinky.

Chu Rong felt that she didn't know what to say.

Why is Song Ci's face so stinky?

"One by one, can't it be shorter." Song Ci is really angry, even if Chu Ronggao is not there, Bidong has to step up to be condescending, and he is taller than her if he meets any person.

I feel that my mood suddenly becomes unpleasant.

If Chu Rong knew what Song Ci was thinking, Chu Rong would have to explain to Song Ci what it means to meet one randomly.

But Chu Rong didn't know.

After hearing Song Ci's words, I probably understood why Song Ci's face was so stinky, of course Chu Rong had to comfort his dear.

"Farewell, I am arrogant. Your height is already considered high. The average height of boys in our country is more than 1.7 meters. Your height is 1.8 meters. You are already very high." Chu Rong comforted very seriously.

Anyway, when Song Ci saw Chu Rong's serious look, he immediately felt that his mood improved.

In fact, Song Ci was not the kind of person who made it into heaven. Her face was stinking inexplicably. She had AC counts in her heart. When she saw Chu Rong's serious comfort, her mood immediately turned cloudy.

"Are you comforting me?" Song Ci raised his hand to pinch Chu Rong's face and said happily.