C329 Small skirmish

"Aiya!" Tang Huan Ran frantically reached out his hand to wipe away the tears on her face. Woman, are you made of water? Why do you always cry! "

Tang Huan Ran was wiping away her tears when he suddenly felt his neck tighten. The fan Bayer had already tightly embraced him. He was like someone on the verge of drowning when he suddenly saw a hope for survival