C29 Bei Ming Misunderstood

That pair of little hands clutching his t-shirt, the wind blew her hair over his face. That strong fragrance made him lose his mind several times...

On his chest, something was jumping around as if it wanted to jump out of his chest.

This feeling was too subtle... He felt that it was strange, but it was also surprisingly good...

Mo Beiming once again dialed Yifei's number