C42 Her Corpse.

Xin Shiyue gasped for breath. Her eyes were red and her lips were even more beautiful than before.

Yun Zehao curiously reached out his hand to touch her lips, causing her to glare at him angrily. However, his expression did not seem threatening. It was more like he was acting spoiled.

Yun Zehao gently smiled and carried her to sit on the sofa.

Xin Shiyue was not used to his ambiguous actions