"Do you remember when I said that death is excusable and life is unforgivable?"

Helan Xiaoxin suddenly locked his left five fingers and grabbed a piece of soft meat.

Yue Zi-tong, immersed in some strange feeling, felt painful and could not help but give out a soft cry.

"Don't panic, my new sister is reminding you. Don't struggle, or the new sister will be angry."

Helan Xiaoxin reached out and wrapped Yue Zitong back in her arms.

Yue Zitong, who felt his cheeks obviously hot, was somewhat shy and angry.

Normally, when she was with Helan Xiaoxin, she always had no orthodoxy. It was normal for her to flirt with...