C1285 Chapter 1285

"No," he said.

His voice was low and deep, as if he had just vomited it out from his chest. "Zhi Qing, I love you. That's why I can't tolerate a single speck of sand …"

"Pa ~ ~"

Zhi Qing suddenly turned around and slapped the other half of his face without hesitation. "Sha?" Is he sand? Morrill