Shen Yian Song Lin

Song Rin stood up, his arm passing through Shen Yian's shoulder, encircling her and clicking the mouse on her hand.,Song Lin's expression looked quite complicated. He rubbed his brow and said, "Twelve thousand two, thirty-two classes.",Song Lin looked at the woman in front of him. Her clear eyes, and her skin that flushed a faint red for a moment, made the freckles on her nose even more vivid.。