C1227

Beitang Qingyue bit her lips. In his panic, he had only been able to make the best of it, but he had forgotten to cover up this cinnabar mole.

Originally, she thought that perhaps Jun Qingchen did not notice, because after all, his attitude towards her had changed, and she felt slightly more at ease.

"Marry me!" Beitang Qingyue suddenly flung his hand away