With a flick of his arm, Zhao Xu looked down at his bitten wound and hummed. He lowered his head to the tip of his nose and sniffed it. He grinned negatively: "My little mouth is still fragrant!" Come... Don't want to be beaten. Let me kiss you!" Say, direct toward Du Xiaojuan to rush over again!

The bloody nose, swollen cheeks and a blank in Du Xiaojuan's brain have made her whole body tremble with fright! uuuuuuuuuu From childhood to adulthood, even parents and elders in their own families, have not been willing to move a finger of their own, this man, even hit himself!

Turning her head indignantly,...