C688 What's a Conscience?

Ji Ziqi did not immediately raise her head when she heard this voice. Instead, she gently kissed Lu Chimo's lips.

In the next second, her wrist was grabbed by a scalding hot hand and pulled to the side. Her voice was filled with anger, "Who asked you to touch him? He's dirty."

Ji Ziqi staggered a few steps and almost fell. Fortunately