And with Gu Jianlin around, there were no more obsessive fans trying to flirt with her.
She could also reduce the need for killing.
"Who do you think is chasing us?"
Skylark crossed her arms, her beautiful eyes full of menace under the sunglasses.
Gu Jianlin obviously couldn't answer that question. Like a silent puppet, he sat on the bench by the road, holding a paper box and bamboo skewers, feeding her grilled egg, his movements perfectly mechanical.
Meanwhile, Skylark sat on his lap, her long, slender legs crossed, thoroughly enjoying herself.
Why not sit on the bench? Because she's a germaphobe, afraid of dirt.
"So boring, when will you wake up?"
Skylark poked his forehead: "Useless thing, who exactly are you?"
Of course, she knew who the boy in front of her was.
