Shen Yian Song Lin

Shen Yian also noticed Song Lin's deep gaze, nervously pursed her lips. It was this tiny gesture that caused Song Lin to slowly approach her.,Shen Yian was pulled to sit beside Song Lin, a hot egg placed on his forehead, it felt quite comfortable.,Suddenly, Song Lin's grip tightened abruptly. The next second, her forehead ached and burned.。