C165 Chapter 165

The Lamborghini's car is quiet.

"Xiaoxiao. . . " Xia Xuanzhe gently lifted the small face in the darkness. He could not see her face clearly, but he knew what she wanted, but he still could not bear it.

With just this call, Ke Xiaoxiao immediately instinctively hugged his neck like an octopus, "Zhe. . . Wu. . . Zhe. . . " She kept calling him. It was not Zhijun, not the name he hated