Black seedling bit his lower lip, lowered his head and dared not look at him. "My identity." She spit out four words with difficulty.

"And because of your identity, you saved me." From the moment she was a gun for him and angry with him, he was no longer angry!

If you really want to say angry, he is angry with himself! As a man, she did not protect her, but let her protect herself!

Cheng Xin holds the black seedling's hand, this time not giving her any chance to resist.

Heimiao looked at his handsome face, reached out and uncovered his mask. "Big brother, are you really not angry?"...