C190 Seabattle!

"Do you like high heels, Senpai?"

Shen Ann hugged her gently and smelled the fragrance coming from her hair tip, asking for no reason.

Zhao Qingyu squinted her eyes, feeling a little satisfied, and even a little tired.

As she leaned against his chest, she felt a sense of security that was hard to understand.

She was a person who lacked a sense of security