In her calm voice, there was no shadow of lust, as if she had just seduced, but a joke.

Unwillingness and anger appear in the eyes of forgiveness. How can there be such a person? In such an atmosphere, the face of their own initiative should not be moved?

Doesn't she really have any attraction for him?

Mojun looked at Qian Shushu's lowered head at night, wanted to raise his hand to touch her head, raised it, but put it down.

He didn't want to give her any expectations. In that case, in the end, he would hurt her.

"You have a good rest..."

Mojun finished the night, turned around...