Sixty-one

ined with rows of towering camphor trees, swayed gracefully in the breeze. There was an indescribable sense of romance to it all. 。“I haven't ridden a bike in many years.” 。Cai Xiaojing suddenly said...Fang Jiaqi tugged at Zhuque's hand, signaling her to stop talking. She didn't want to provoke Mo Yao either. She whispered in Zhuque's ear, "Let's go."y kept a distance from him, retreating to the boundary of friends and no longer crossing the line.This was what he had hoped for, but now that it had come to pass, he vaguely felt... a little disgrunt...