C191 What an Idiot

He pressed his finger against the ground and allowed Su Qingchu's sharp teeth to grind and munch on it.

Leaning close to Gu Hanting's cold body, Su Qingchu's anxiety seemed to have been alleviated.

Not enough...

Far from enough...

More he wanted...

Su Qingchu unconsciously snorted softly and her hands moved indeterminately. She wanted to find a cool place to relieve her pain