The peachblossom eyes on the top, the lip corners of the evil spirits hooked like a smile, and the cold touch transmitted through the clothes and skirts.

it's cool. It makes Su Xiaoxiao's scalp numb.

"Shan Hao, self weight." When Su Xiao's hands fell on her waist, she pinched the sharp nails of her delicate hands!

as soon as the heel is raised, the pointed high-heeled shoes fall on the man's instep, rolling silently.

Su Xiaoxiao's series of forced actions not only didn't let Shan Hao back, but even drew close to Su Xiaoxiao's body intentionally.

there is a more sinister arc around the corner of the mouth. Shan Hao's...