C35 Tong En My Hands Are All Your Sweat

As he leaned against the car's trunk, his eyes were so captivating that his heart skipped a beat. Just as he turned around, someone grabbed his backpack and carried him back.

The man's voice was indifferent. "How did you know I was on the way?"

A deep laugh escaped his throat.

He pulled her white wrist and walked forward with her in his palm. Tong En had no power to resist him