C323 Prostrate Under a Pomegranate Skirt

Su Ningyue hugged herself tightly. From time to time, her warm breath would come from behind, seeping through her thin shirt and spilling onto her back.

Lu Qingfeng's body trembled slightly as he stopped in his tracks. Suddenly, he couldn't move anymore.

Seeing him stop, the corner of Su Ningyue's mouth curled up. A trace of darkness flashed across her face as she sobbed softly