C96 Modified Vehicle

Gradually, the strength on Gong Mohan's hand returned home. Jian Xi only felt as if her chin was about to be crushed. She frowned in pain, but stared at him with eyes that refused to admit defeat. "It doesn't matter, it's clean!"

"Pure? Are you going to wear his clothes? Jian Xi, do you take me for a fool? " Gong Mohan's grip tightened as he stared at Jian Xi with his dark eyes