Chapter 1866, the awakening of being a wife

heard his words elegantly, but did not say much.

She reached out to open the drawer of the bedside cabinet.

The finger that is blue-tipped is like a small dumpling, which can not be controlled flexibly at all.

The lamp in the room was suddenly turned on and stood there in blue, looking at her pale cheeks, her makeup had been removed, and her lips were pale.

"Do you feed this seed every night with blood from your fingers to your heart? What on earth is this?

No wonder she wears gloves and heavy makeup all the time during the day, and...