C1691 One Thorn

Ning Xuemo's gaze moved from his handsome face to his large, beautiful hand.

Maybe she could comfort him?

Her heart was itching, and she was frantically trying to touch his hand …

"Second Young Master Lu, don't be angry …" As Ning Ning Xuemo spoke, she stretched out her hand to touch the hand Lu Chuan placed on the table.

With a "pa" sound