Sixty-one

drenched clothes, there was no way, even her underwear had to be changed, there was no way, they were all wet. She quickly washed them and threw them into the dryer. The man's bathrobe was big and loo...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."hat only lovers can hold hands like this 。Before, she was willing to let him hold her hand. That was because in her heart, even if he didn't love her, she still considered him her lover, her sweethear...