"What?" Xiao Lin was stunned for a moment. "How high is the wall?"
"About three meters!" Murong Lengyue spread her hands, holding a ten-centimeter-long shoe heel in each hand. "I can't jump over it like this, you have to compensate me with the same style, these shoes are limited edition, I waited almost three months to get them."
"Wait, wait!" Xiao Lin shouted. "You're talking to me about shoes right now?" Three meters? Since when does Palermo have the need to build walls that high?
"But, my limited edition... ah!" Suddenly, Xiao Lin bent down and, amidst Murong Lengyue's surprised cries, picked her up and tossed her behind him.
"Shut up, stupid woman! Hold tight to me, if you fall I won't care!" Amidst the curses, Xiao Lin didn't forget to land a slap on Murong Lengyue's high, elastic butt, making a crisp sound.
"Xiao, you actually hit me." In the darkness, Murong Lengyue's face turned as red as a boiled shrimp, her small hands vigorously pounding Xiao Lin's back.
