C361 Fleeing Daughterinlaw 22

He stared at the girl on the bed for a long time before sitting down gently at the bedside. The soft, springy mattress dipped slightly to one side under the added weight. Zhuo Changqing reached out, tracing a line from the girl's forehead to her nose and then to the corner of her mouth. Downward he went.

This idiot, this body is still just a young girl!

In reality