"What are you going to do? Don't you know what you're going to do?" Tang Yu smiled wickedly and looked at Xia Shihan's pure cheeks as if he were enjoying a delicate piece of jade. Tang Yu did not eat her right away, but wanted to appreciate it carefully. "Poetry, why are you so pure and beautiful? Let me die of love."

"I... How do I know? Xia's poems are shy and bloody. For her purity and beauty, she is really not very clear about herself, but only has it, she did not intentionally pretend to be pure and beautiful.

"Woo..." Xia Shihan hasn't responded yet. Tang Yu has blocked...