"What are you daydreaming about? Let's go!"
Shen Siyuan gave a gentle pull, and Taozi was lifted up entirely.
Seeing her sitting on the sand, covered in it, he instinctively bent down to help pat her off.
Today, she was wearing a sky-blue spaghetti strap floral dress, the fabric was very thin. So when Shen Siyuan patted her gently, he could distinctly feel the warmth of her hips and thighs, which made him suddenly realize.
He quickly withdrew his hand and said, "Sorry, it was a subconscious action."
Taozi, who had just regained her senses, chuckled lightly, "I didn't say anything, why are you so nervous?"
Then she looked down at her feet, her fair feet covered in sand, with toenails painted like delicate buds.
"I don't know where my shoes went."
"Let's look for them," Shen Siyuan glanced around.
"Let me, let me..."
Dou Dou raised her small hand, as she considered herself quite good at finding things.
