C21

Jiang Xiaoqing's body had changed, so she didn't dare to speak. Her face was boiling hot, and her arms were tightly wrapped around Guo Qi's neck. She pressed her body against Guo Qi's back, preventing him from feeling abnormal.

"There's a hotel ahead. Shall we go and ask?"

The girl was light, but after walking for a while, Guo Qi could feel his legs getting more and more sore