C317 Mr Y's True Colors
Bai Jinxuan looked up and felt the pain in her neck.
Mister Y still had a smile on his lips. Even the warning sounded like a joke.
But Bai Jinxuan's heart was cold.
The shirt was placed beside her. Mr. Y straightened his back and continued to unbutton it in front of Bai Jinxuan.
Dissolving the button was one thing, but he even pressed his hand on the belt