C118 I've Lost My Voice

Han Zhiyu opened her eyes and kept twisting. It was cold and hot. She could no longer tell where she was.

She only knew that the face in front of her was filled with longing, "Love. "

"Who do you love?" He continued to kiss in dissatisfaction, trying to persuade her, "Who am I?! Hm?"

"Lu Yiran. . . " She had a headache. In her daze, every breath she took was his. "You're so noisy