C224 Doghide Plasters

The woman's voice, sweet in contrast to the perfect hot body, was like a little lolita in my sister's bones.

"Really? Why don't I remember you seeing me before?"

Qin Yan gently shook the red wine glass in his hand and stared at the woman beside him with an incomparably cold gaze.

Especially this woman, her hand was like a piece of plaster on her arm