C513 Regret

How could Mu Qianxue not know what he was thinking? But because she knew, she couldn't do it. She already owed Zhang Qiling enough ?

There had to be a way, there had to be!

Before Mu Qianxue could think of a way, her hand was suddenly grabbed by a sweaty, sticky hand and sent forward. Even though she had hurriedly retracted her hand, she had still stabbed into a soft object