C1237 Weasel

Wang Shuo picked the fruit and started eating, without having to call it by name. The taste was actually quite good, with a hint of sweetness. Wang Shuo leaned back, lazily looking at his afterimage.

He just wanted to see if she didn't want to take off her mask and face the crowd.

Leaning back against a tree, the afterimage gave Wang Shuo an indifferent glance