Chapter 108 Spring

"I..." Ling Xian looked at her with innocent and pitiful expression. She raised her hand slowly and gently rubbed the place where she had treated her roughly. Her voice was so timid that she said, "You promise, you won't hit me again, I will say!"

Poetry and prose are silent.

Mu Tianxing nodded: "You say! Give you the opportunity to be lenient in your confession and strict in your resistance! uuuuuuuuuuu

Ling's black pupil concealed the glimmer of cunning light and said pitifully, "You're too fragrant. That fragrance always tempts me. I can't resist it for a moment. First I tried to hold you, then I kissed...