C642 Kill Me with a Rider's Rifle

Han Bing turned his head and looked at me with a puzzled expression. He wrinkled his brows and then relaxed them. He said lightly, "Go on."

At this moment, when he heard her faint voice, he felt incomparably blissful. He immediately pulled her into his embrace, lowered his head to smell the fragrance of her hair, and felt the warmth of his wife