Mouling butterfly wiped the milky liquid from the corners of her mouth with toilet paper and looked at it softening down. She said in a delicate voice, "Now it's not uncomfortable, can we have a good rest?"

After experiencing the test of life and death, she completely handed over her body and mind to Yecheng, who was willing to do anything for him.

"It's good at last!" Ye Cheng was relieved and breathed. His face was full of delightful expression. A bullet brought in a woman's dead heart.

"See how beautiful you are!"

"Of course, when I get well, I'll make you beautiful every day." Yecheng tempted me.

"I don't...