C387 It Depends on How Much You like

The warmth and coldness from Leng Yu's chest merged forcefully into Luo Xiaojing's breath. Just as she was about to scream out, the man bent down.

"I forgot to take it."

"Huh?" Her little face hit Leng Yu's chest which was dyed red. Just as she was about to move her waist, she was caught again. Her hot palm passed through the thin material into her muscles