C43 No matter

His hand was moving recklessly, but his eyes were locked onto that woman's body.

His short hair was casually scattered across his shoulders, and he washed his white jeans. He wore an ordinary T-shirt, but it was just that his back was unyielding.

Somehow, his heart was filled with frustration and anger. He pursed his lips, lowered his head, and fiercely kissed the woman's lips. "Qian'er