C893 Don't Worry

Chu Feng gently stroked Zhang Lin's hair. That jet black hair had a trace of softness. It slid down the tip of his finger and made people feel excited.

Zhang Lin looked helplessly at Chu Feng in front of her. She pouted her little mouth and said with a slightly embarrassed expression, "I am not a child. Don't touch my head. Touching your head won't make you taller."

When she heard this