C700 Enemies Met

Lih Chen looked at the person lying quietly on the bed. His heart felt like it was being stabbed by a knife. He walked to the edge of the bed, bent down, and touched her face with his warm big palm. His eyes were full of pain.

"Sorry, I'm late." His warm lips pressed against her forehead.

The warm sensation caused Ye Qingqing's eyelashes to tremble.

Who?

She whispered in her ear..