C76 Please Let Me Go

Ruan Hanyu leaned back on the sofa with his hand on the back of the sofa. He held the cigar between his white fingers and took a puff. He looked at her, took another puff, and looked at her again. He was indifferent to the grief and indignation on her face.

Mu Qingzhu held back her bitterness and almost begged, "Hanyu