C123 You Can't Even Play Properly Anymore

Qin Xiaoxi was sitting on the grass with her head on Mo Lin's thigh.

Mo Lin caressed the black hair that was scattered across his legs with a soft and gentle voice, "Because, she was waiting for Yan Wuchen's weakest moment."

"Weakest? Brother Wuchen has pretended to drink all of the poison, and he's already very weak. " Qin Xiaoxi curled her lips