C76 Cook

Mu Qinghuan felt an irresistible force at her waist as she pressed herself against the man's chest.

Mu Qinghuan: "…"

Her little heart was almost unable to bear it. What should she do?

The man's gaze seemed to have substance, making her scalp tingle. She didn't dare to raise her head, instead she lowered her head, held the bottle tightly in front of her chest