Luoluo's gaze froze for a second. "You thought so far ahead?"
"Fighting in competitions isn't a one-man story." Bo Jiu looked up. "You have been through that path. You should know how uncomfortable it is to get discriminated against by trainees from your batch."
Luoluo looked at the person in front of her.
Bo Jiu raised her eyebrows. "What is it?"
"Nothing." Luoluo lifted her hand. "You're so handsome that I want to pinch your cheeks."
Bo Jiu placed her hands in the pockets of her pants. "You can pinch however you want."
Luoluo did pinch her. How was this person able to know so many things? Normally, she didn't speak much.
This was probably what gentle meant.
Luoluo placed her gaze on the small figure not far away again.
She noticed that the child's black hair had grown longer. It was already by her eyelids. She was whispering to the sharp-tongued Master Fatty.
