The Indifference of the Cicadas

"Zhao Qiyan, I'm warning you again, let go of me. Zhi Lan glared at Zhao Qiyan, but she was weak, so there was nothing he could do about Zhao Qiyan.

Zhao Qiyan did not bother to pay attention to her, upon seeing this, he stopped and did not move, and shouted loudly: "Hmph, Zhao Qiyan, if you have the ability, then fight with me alone, what are you holding me back for?"

In order to stall Zhi Lan and prevent her from disturbing him, and in order to get along with him for a while longer, Zhao Qiyan had truly let go of his hand.

"Sure, let's do it alone." Zhao Qiyan acted as if he was going to grab onto Zhi Lan's hair, causing him to be greatly alarmed. He hurriedly shook his head and dodged Zhao Qiyan's attack.

At this moment, Zhao Qiyan's lips suddenly approached her face, and lightly kissed her right cheek.