C21 The Rage of the Cold Young Master

In the air, a breath of cold air made Leng Qingyuan loosen his grip on her waist.

The body that had regained its freedom instantly picked up the bag and fled.

"Woman, is begging me once really that hard? "Why would you rather flee than beg me!" The fierce sound of the door closing reverberated throughout the empty room and didn't disappear for a long time.

Picking up his cell phone