He frowned, trying to pry the intertwined hands apart, and muttered in a low voice: "Dead man, what are you doing!",Lu Tingyun frowned, his face now completely impatient. Was all this person had in their head cotton,Lü Tíngyún's face gradually became rather unsightly. This person was unlike the usual groupies, who would throw themselves into his arms at a beckoning. However, he couldn't afford to lose his temper, so he could only endure and ask, "Then how can you agree"。