C540 How Long Do We Love Each Other?

Mu Qingyu didn't answer her. His pair of deep eyes locked onto the woman's face.

Chung Xiaorou's heart was like a deer's, and her face was red. Under this kind of special atmosphere, the desire in her heart was faintly moving.

Mu Qingyu was really perfect. It was something she had to obtain, or else she would have regrets for the rest of her life