Chapter 67: What on Earth Did You Write+6

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Good things just need to wait quietly to happen, it's only the bad ones that require strategies to handle. Qin Guanglin mulled over it and found it to be true. It wouldn't make a difference to fret or not.

He left with He Fang through the side exit, Fool Qin raising the umbrella high over her head, diligently fulfilling the duties of an umbrella guard—yep, he'd gotten yet another promotion.

"Let's go check out another area," He Fang suggested, studying the tourist map for a moment.

"Sure, wanna look at the waterfalls?"

"Yep, okay." She figured out the direction, took two steps forward, then turned back and hooked her arm through his, "Does it still hurt?"

"Not after your massage." Qin Guanglin kissed her little hand, "That's what they call Miracle Healing, right?"

Pinching hurt a lot, but massaging felt incredibly good—true Miracle Healing indeed.

"Do you think I'm too fierce?" He Fang looked at him and asked, "Are you scared?"