C1471 He Didn't Mind It

The man's low and hoarse voice was like a bowl of wine. Lingmei could not help but say again, "Mr Yichen."

After that, her red lips were sealed again.

The light went out.

The street lights outside the window shone. The light entered the room and reflected on the mottled mattress.

She always thought that if they met again, they would be together again, and she would panic beyond recognition