of the corridor, the dense network of red love bites on her neck stood in stark contrast to her skin and clothing.Like a black spot on a white sheet of paper, it stood out to Xiangyu, painfully glarin...轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！he was dancing in the dance floor with Feng Mu, she heard him whispering in her ear, his voice suddenly dropping, coldly reminding her, "Wang Zhisan, I, Feng Mu, have never been a man with a good temp...