C1798 One Kick at a Time

As soon as Zhang Xingyun finished his sentence, a trace of craftiness appeared at the corner of Chenchen's mouth. "This is hard to say. What are you thinking of, holding onto our teacher's small hand or staring at his chest all the time? You can complain about it …"

Chenchen seemed to be deep in thought. Zhang Xingyun's mouth twitched as he looked at Chenchen with a darkened face. "Chenchen