Wang Quan Zui gave her dear brother a sideways, petulant glance.
Was it really necessary? So her beloved had given her a mask—did he have to pull the thing out dozens of times a day?
And as if he were trying to hide it from everyone! Please, big brother, you sit there all day hugging a mask and grinning like a fool; unless someone is blind, how could they possibly miss what's in your hand?
Chapter 85