C154 Little eight's death

Lu Shaoming's gaze gradually fell on the girl's full cherry red lips. His Adam's apple rolled a lot, probably because of a fever, but her lips were especially red and alluring, tender and alluring, like a cherry on the water. He leaned forward.

"Brother Shaoming."

Right at this moment, the door to the room was pushed open, and Guo Qingqing's sweet and gentle voice sounded out