"You see clearly, I am not him!" A loud shout pulled back Shen Jingli's mind. Looking at the familiar yet strange face in front of her, he was Mo Ziyin, but he did not look like that. She found that her shoulders were being clamped by Mo Ziyin's hands, and she had a strange feeling in her heart. Strangeness and fear flooded her head.
"Mo Ziyin, let me go." Shen Jingli wanted to struggle. She did not want to be so close to him, who she was familiar with. The danger made her realize that she should stay away from him.
"I won't let go." Mo Ziyin's willful words were even somewhat unbelievable to himself. Why did he always have a sense of dependence in front of her?
"Mo Ziyin, let go of me. Don't always act like a child!" Shen Jingli finally broke free from his grasp and immediately jumped
