C109 Blood Feast 6(2)

Lo Queque's expression, as if she had been caught up in a web for a few seconds, revealed a hint of shyness, infatuation, and restraint.

Sure, this webcard was very magical.

"Do you like me?" Lester asked coldly.

Lo Queque, who had just caught up to him, was once again stuck...

I'm sorry, male lead, but your brain's internet speed must be a few hundred gigabytes