Sixty-one

The woman's face paled to the color of paper; something was terribly wrong.Warmth hastily got up, in a moment of haste she pulled at the pain between her legs, reflexively propping herself up on the b...Fang Jiaqi tugged at Zhuque's hand, signaling her to stop talking. She didn't want to provoke Mo Yao either. She whispered in Zhuque's ear, "Let's go."asn't her first time in his room, but everything felt strange to her.Including Tang Shuwen, she was also a stranger.Tang Shuwu advanced step by step, Chen Xue ru retreated step by step, until there wa...