C163 The Fantasy Ended

The salty wetness of her tears mixed with the pungent smell of smoke. The tip of her tongue went straight to Qiao Zhirann and she even forgot to sob.

Qiao Zhirann subconsciously tightened her grip on his clothes and touched his thin waist. It was firm and strong.

Her lips were cold but they were getting hotter bit by bit.

Huo Bailee was plundering