Angela has never seen a man so evil as to be perfect.

This man is like a poppy, with a fatal attraction, but a dangerous breath.

It never occurred to her that somebody's atmosphere could be comparable to that of Hawthorne.

Standing beside Huo Miao, the man was matched in the slightest way, on the contrary, he was able to compete with him.

"She, it will be all right!"

As the man passed him, Huo Xiaoran into his mouth.

"Leave you, she'll be fine!"

Lu Yan lifted his jaw lightly and glanced at Huo Qiao. He looked cold and proud.

Only when Mu Chudi stays with Huo Miao will she...