C78 fatal attraction

Before he could finish speaking, Feng Yin Xi's slender white fingers had already lightly pressed down. In Han Zi Mo's popularity. Lip: "little girl Mo, don't talk yet …"

The slightly magnetic voice carried a fatal enticement. Enticement, Han Zi Mo's heart tightened, his hand unconsciously grabbing onto the corner of his clothes, this was simply torture.

Because Feng Yin Xi was very close to him