C795 Same Style
It was always a short time.
Pei Qingle kissed Liang Chenglu's face many times and even held his hands with strong possessiveness.
"Did she kiss you?"
"She doesn't dare."
[She's already holding onto your arm!]
"She can only hold onto my arm."
"I still feel angry and jealous! I don't want her to touch you anywhere!"
"Then I'll go back and take off my arm
