C1027 Murder of Husband

The ankle was gently grasped in her hand. With a tug, Mu Nanzhi felt as if a flower had fallen into a hard chest. She only felt that the smell of the hug was very familiar.

He looked up and saw Nangong Lee's face under the candlelight. Nangong Lee was looking at him with warmth in his eyes. The corner of his mouth had a smile, but he forced himself to hold himself tightly in his arms.

"Madam