Chapter 21 Happily Die [Page] "Mom!"

Before Jiang Xin's words were finished, a whistle of tenderness interrupted her.

Looking at the past at the same time, I saw Mutian blinking a pair of big eyes, standing up completely sleepless and approaching them.

She was still wearing her last night's set. Her long ponytail was somewhat loose. Her forehead and temples were covered with strands of broken hair. The whole person looked less spiritual, but more charming.

Perhaps the word charming is not suitable for a vibrant 18-year-old.

But the face, the figure, and what God thought, gave the women's dream leather bag to Mutian without stint.

She took Jiang Xin...