"Did I laugh? You're sure it's not your own blindness, hungry! " Mu Jiyun stretched out her hand and obeyed her dark long hair. She was dignified and cold in front of others. But in her arms, she was petite and tender, but no matter which one she was, she was the one who fell in love with the bone marrow.

"You said you were the victim." Ouyang Ruisi looked up and stared at him angrily, but no matter how fierce on the surface, the gentleness in the bottom of his heart would always blossom silently for him. So even when he was angry, he was holding his hand in...