feeling that Zhao Yinan was like sand held in his palm—the tighter he clenched it, the faster it slipped away."What's wrong Are you feeling unwell" he whispered in her ear."Hmm I just have a bit of a..."Well, I see..." Zhao Yizhuo slowly released her hand. 。"Get him some dessert, I'll treatin an instant. Could it be that even Wu Dao couldn't do anything about this Unknown to her, when Wu Dao heard An Ning's words, he took a deep breath. This girl actually had the same idea as him. When...