C82 Beautiful Strange Cruel

"It hurts." Xueluo murmured instinctively.

The girl's clean and soft voice was like a catalyst that lightly rippled through Fenng Xinglang's body. He was unable to catch or restrain himself.

"Then be obedient." Fenng Xinglang tightened his arms so that the air between them would squeeze out, so that there would not be any gaps.

This tight embrace made Xueluo feel uncomfortable