C1757 My Brain Is Flooded

After thinking for a while, Beiming Yue said again, "Forget it. Why don't you go? Go to sleep." With that, he moved his finger away from the little girl's chin and started to unbutton his clothes.

Feng Qingyan looked at his actions and subconsciously swallowed her saliva. It was not that she wanted his body, but she was really afraid. Beiming Yue was too good at tossing and turning