C130 Compulsion

However, thinking of the humiliation that would follow, he would rather die.

Biting his lip, he was still making up his mind to think about his mother, about Yinyin, and about Ke Zhengwei.

Unreconciled, ah. He had too much unwillingness.

Suddenly, in the darkness, he felt a finger caress his lips. Was it Chen Jing? Was she going to make a move?

Just as he was thinking