She went down barefoot and came to Huo Miao. He was facing the light with his back and his face was obscure.

Handsome and noble face, at this time with forbearance pain!

Sweat permeated the forehead.

"What's wrong with you, Huo Mui?"

Hawthorne's lips were purple and more bloodless.

Suddenly, when a man opens his eyes, his deep pupils become clearer and clearer.

Like a deep hole, breathe her heart in!

Mu Chudi's face was worried, but soon after the words fell, the man stretched out his slender arm and pulled her into his arms.

Hawthorne pressed the small head, which kept moving, deep in his arms!

whispered, "Sleep!"

command...