"Hello, I'm Qin Mengya. I'm your fan."
This time, Qin Mengya smiled gently and stepped forward to extend her hand.
"Hello," he said.
Ling Yi reached out and shook her hand.
When he looked at her up close, he only felt that under that white and tender skin, there was a fox-like face vaguely hidden. It was as if the more she smiled, the more attractive and soul-stirring she became.
When he let go, the other party's smooth fingertips slowly rubbed against his fingers.
Before Ling Yi could think further about the movement, Luo Yao continued, "Hehe, although I'm an expert now, I'm really nothing in a high-level battle like this."
"However, we've already agreed in the group chat that we'll directly merge with Sister Ying when she comes later. This way, we'll be able to play a small role in this kind of intense battle."
"Oh, I see."