C118 There Is No Escape from the Palm of His Hand

However, she did not care. As long as her goal was achieved, she would be satisfied.

Meng Xuerou was sitting comfortably in the living room, fiddling with her nails. The bright red color of the chicken blood was imprinted on her fair skin. "Shen Yao, are you done yet? Don't hide from me like that, I'm going to follow you anyway."

As a woman, if she had already fallen to chasing after a man