C403 Late autumn warmth

Xiao Chen did not reply.

In the silence, the jug of wine was placed on the stone floor, letting out a light sound.

Xu Yu Chu had some doubts. A light kiss fell like a butterfly among the petals, landing on her forehead, and then slowly and closely following the bridge of her nose. She suddenly had a familiar 'ominous foreboding' in her heart. As she focused on the man's expression