Sang nuo, take it off Yingluo
Take it off and let me see Yingluo
An Xiaoyang's words were light, but they seemed heavy. They suddenly hit his chest.
He was stunned and his eyes widened.
His lips moved, as if he suddenly wanted to explain something. However, an Xiaoyang's gaze fell on his injured arm and her voice was still light. how long do you think you can hide it? Eh? Is it one day, or can you have another afternoon?"
Santos was stunned on the spot.
An Xiaoyang just looked at him. The two of them kept looking at each other through the helmet.
Sang nuo was clearly very tall, and his aura should have been very strong, but his throat moved slightly, his fingers trembled, and in the end, he did not dare to look at her directly.
Guilty.
An Xiaoyang did not Dodge.
She had suspected it wasn't just once or twice, but many times. Countless signals in her body were telling her that this was him.
