C892 Wife on 32 panda blood

Chu Jiaojiao was dressed neatly, her hair was tidily tidied up, but her face was pale white, her lips were bloodless, she leaned on the sofa with her hands on her knees, her snow-white wrist dripping with blood.

Tang Yuesen felt that all of his thoughts had stopped for a moment, and even his breathing became stifling. But in the next instant, he opened his eyes wide