C63 Angry Anger

Rong Jinchu lowered his eyes and glanced at Mi Su who was hugging his thigh.

His gaze paused on her white and tender hands.

She hugged too tightly and was too anxious, so Rong Jinchu's legs could clearly feel the soft curves of her body. The faint fragrance of fruit on her body followed the flowing air and entered her nose.

Breathe, signs of heat