Yu Huan's hand that had just been inserted into his coat pocket pulled the hem of Zhuo Nan's clothes in a panic, "Damn, you are playing with your life, are people who have died once have no concept of life," Yu Huan cursed while stretching out his hand and pointing to the handle, "Hurry up and hold it." ”

"Hahaha," Zhuo Nan grinned at the wind loudly and put his hand back on to stabilize the faucet, "I haven't experienced this crazy feeling for a long time, and I miss it." ”

"Neurotic, what's there to miss." Yu Huan's hand holding his clothes didn't dare to let go at all, for fear that he would have a crazy attack and play some new tricks.

This kind of thing may be put on any person and there is really nothing to miss but if it is put on him Zhuo Nan it is different, since four

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