C162 Beauties Have a Short Life

Hua Moshan leaned his leg against the edge of the well and leaned forward. When he lowered his head, he could see Hua Yuetong, who was looking at him worriedly.

Hua Moshan could already feel a pair of hands on his waist. He bent down slightly and kept trembling, but his hands exerted more force. Blood dripped down the rope.

"Shan!" With a sharp female voice and a magnetic male voice