He said, " don't cry. Tell me what happened, okay? What do you know?"
Han qiqing couldn't stop crying and spoke intermittently.
"I ... I know ... I'm not ... I'm not ..."
&Quot; no what? " han Yuexu frowned.
Han qiqing felt sad at the thought of it and couldn't say it.
Sighing, han Yuexu pulled her out of his arms, cupped her face in his hands, and lowered his head to kiss her.
Han qiqing was still crying.
But he kissed his own.
He used a kiss to calm her down.
Slowly, han qiqing's crying stopped. She raised her head and accepted his kiss.
She was like a drowning person who had found a piece of driftwood, and her small hands tightly clutched the back of his clothes.
Han Yuexu could feel her out-of-control emotions. He stuck his tongue into her mouth and explored the inside of her mouth, diverting her attention with a hot kiss.
The two of them kissed for a long time.
