C1170 Too Many People Have Died in Your Hands

"No, don't..."

Zhao Chumian had just taken a shower and was wearing pajamas when Sheng Xifang pressed her against the door.

The bright lights in the bathroom lit up and his tall figure oppressed in front of her.

"I have to go back tomorrow. Keep your energy up"

" We can sleep on the plane. "

Sleep on the plane, sleep on her now?

Sheng Xifang's eyes were somewhat blurred