***
Mai Xiaomai has O-type blood, which makes her very attractive to mosquitoes.
Spraying some lavender mist in the summer helps a lot.
"What are you thinking about?"
Lin Na, seeing him ignore her words, asked with some displeasure, "Are you thinking about Mai Xiaomai again? Qiao Chutian, you're here with me now. You should only think of me, not her."
Qiao Chutian originally wanted to refute, but thinking about her illness, he remained silent for a moment before saying, "I can't see with my eyes, so I'm using my nose to carefully distinguish the air."
"Oh."
Lin Na responded sullenly, seeing the white bench ahead, thinking about how the two of them had once sat there together, chatting comfortably.
Back then, he even put a lavender wreath on her head, saying she looked like a lavender fairy.
And now?
She sneered inside, and looking at his face, felt a spasm in her stomach, wanting to vomit.
