"hurt."

Yi Qingchen piteously pulled Chu Qiao's right hand and included the injured index finger in the import.

Fine soft tongue across the fingertips, a strange electric current quickly flowing through the body.

Chu Qiao looked at him quietly, a little shocked.

He never seems to mind other people's eyes.

Marry a notorious woman like her and bless her without any reward, as if he owed her.

He was trying to defend her look, like the person she used to be.

All the women around were stunned.

This man is so handsome and gentle.

"I give you full marks for this show of affection." She stabilized her thoughts, approached Yi...