C811 Protect Our Lord Watanabe 12
Soong Zhiye put the cup in Xu Qingdu's hand on the table. Just as he was about to press Xu Qingdu's shoulder to push him away, he felt the man's grip on his clothes tighten.
That almost caused Soong Zhiye to suffer internal injuries.
He took a step back and held the person in his arms. Lowering his head, his chin brushed against a patch of soft hair.
His hair was soft
