C359 Unreal Dreams

Mu Siran held her waist tightly. When he heard that she was leaving, the force on his waist could not help but tighten a little.

He used his other hand to support the back of her head. With just a little bit of force, he pressed her flushed face down towards him.

A strong alcohol smell filled Gu Rann's nostrils. . .

He heard him say in a rough voice