C68 Jealous Furball
Mo Shihan's back was glowing, and his handsome face looked cold and evil.
At first glance, it looked like the sun and spring snow covering the roof. In the cold, it gave people the illusion that it was warm.
"No offense."
He withdrew his hand.
His fingertip seemed to accidentally brush against the white skin on her waist.
Lu Qi's heart skipped a beat
