Sen Leng, who is the man in her mouth?

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"Ahago... Water... "

Xia Yimo struggled to open her eyes, a slight crack in the eye, is a slender white finger holding the glass, she greedily looked at the cup, because of the pain, the whole body is sour without a trace of strength, she can only look at the cup and the cup holds the illusion... The knuckles are white with force.

Long Yaochen's Mohist eyes calmly looked at the person in his arms. His calm eyes could not see his thoughts at the moment, but the deep bottom of his eyes was already surging.

"Water..." Xia Yimo screamed...