A clown

"When are you coming back?" she asked in a hoarse voice.

I'm not sure about the exact time, but it'll be no more than ten days, " Fu Ling replied gently as he stroked her soft hair.

Wen Cheng lowered her eyes and stared at her toes in a daze.

Ten days? why did ten days seem so long to her?

She was already feeling uneasy before they parted.

Her fingers clutched the hem of her clothes tightly, and she didn't say anything else.

Fu Ling's eyes flickered as he looked at her and asked in a low voice.

"What, you can't bear to see me leave?"

Wen Cheng hurriedly shook her head in denial,"no, no such thing, Zhenzhen."

little liar Yingluo. Fu Ling saw that her eyes were red, but she was still denying it. He couldn't help but curse in frustration.

Then, he pulled her into his arms.

This time, Wen Cheng did not struggle.

She was very well-behaved as she leaned into his arms and breathed in his scent.