C244 Little Demoness Do You Want to Play Me to Death

"Ugh!"

Under Di Chenjue's frantic cursing, Ann Ruoxi pulled Di Chenjue's shirt's hem and buried her head in the man's chest. Unable to hold it in any longer, she vomited just like that … He vomited...

The dirt was directly spat on Di Chenjue's expensive pure Egyptian cotton shirt. Di Chenjue was used to cleanliness, so he could not help but frown at the thought.

"Fuck, damn it, Ann Ruoxi