C159 The Rhythm of the Leg Playing the New Year?

Although Ye Anzhi hated Feng Xuanming, she still held the man's hand. She took out the wet tissue that she carried with her and started to carefully wipe the blood on his hand.

Being soft-hearted was a sickness!

From the moment she touched Feng Xuanming's hand until now, Ye Anzhi was already prepared to be pushed away by this man at any time.

However