C1190 You'd Better Go

Su Qingqing could already imagine the pain, and she closed her eyes in fright.

One second, two seconds …

The pain didn't come and the place where she held his hand seemed to be warm. The faint smell of tobacco came from the tip of her nose. Su Qingqing subconsciously reacted and opened her eyes.

What entered his eyes was Qin Zhengming's enlarged face, while he