Yi Lin turned around, glanced at Molly, and laughed.

Molly was furrowed by Yi Lin's strange eyes, and she couldn't help but shrink her snow-white neck: "Why are you laughing at?"

"Anyway... it's not you."

"Ha?" Molly didn't react for a moment.

Yi Lin's gaze slowly moved down twenty centimeters, and then repeated it seriously.

"It's not you anyway, you know, you can't afford it."

Molly realized that her delicate face turned red in an instant.

"I'm the last name, go to death!"

Molly was so angry that her mind was almost blown up, and she kicked Yi Lin's hateful face.

I wish I could kick Yi Lin's stinky face flat.

If this soul is to know, Mo Mengmeng, who only kicks someone in the face, is not a false reputation.

Oh, it's Molly! Molly! Molly!

"Ah, your bath towel fell off." Yi Lin kindly reminded.
Chapter completed!