C419 The Wound on My Body

No, how is that a kiss?

This was simply an expression of dissatisfaction. This was a trick Qin Fuji always used. Actually, Xiaojie was already numb to this kind of contact. No matter how unbearable it was, she had already endured it. It was just the touch of lips to lips...

She actually cried.

Because Qin Fuji felt his fingers touching the ice-cold water droplet