"Resurrection of old love?"

A pair of strong hands were propped up beside the bathroom basin and her arms encircled her in her arms.

The man's head hung slightly, his eyes were covered by fine hair, and his handsome face cast a shadow, giving people an indescribable sense of mystery.

"Huo, Huo Zong?"

Mu Chudi was shocked and his voice trembled a little.

The magnificent and beautiful face in the mirror is like the face of a god, not who Huo Mu can be.

Whether it's broken hair or his hot breath, Mu Chudi's sensitive neck suddenly itches.

I couldn't help but lean on the bathtub, as if to open...