C744 Frictional Conflict

Mo Li tilted his head and looked at the beauty in his arms. Like a naughty child, he stretched out his fingers and caressed the beauty's eyelashes. He couldn't help but reveal a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.

He didn't feel like a saint, but he felt like a man with a common ailment. He couldn't give a woman a single love, but as long as it was his woman