Sixty-one

Just one more glance gave Warmth an endless pressure. Warmth had some regret for her own impulsiveness. 。Life is often like that, when you think you can't do something, but once you take the first s...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."n black gauze served tea, and Wu Shuang took a sniff. It was Pu-erh tea, with fresh leaves and an abundant aroma.Alone, the man sat for a while until he heard movement at the door. A woman in black ve...