C57 Wishful Thinking

Willow thousand silk, tripping to provoke the breeze, the setting sun a few strands to dye the brow.

"Beast," Xu Hsinghsing rebuked, his face turning red, "Every time you bite your lips …"

Mo Ya would always reply with an innocent look, "I can't help it."

As expected, Xu Hsinghsing's face turned red again, "I'm hungry, I want to eat a big meal."

"Alright