C1004 His Sunshine

The face of an angel in close proximity, the red lips like peach blossoms, Mu Chen was so nervous that he swallowed his saliva.

The closer he got to Mu Qi, the louder his heartbeat became. It was like thunder.

Closer, closer. Closer. As long as he got closer, he would be able to taste Mu Qi.

That thin lips that called him Brother Chen every day must be as sweet and sweet as fruit