The weather in June was still unbearably hot even in the middle of the night. However, Zhuang xiaoshuang only felt her body turn cold in an instant and she shivered.
However, she was not afraid of him.
Kubei! she reached out and hugged his strong waist, burying her soft body deep into his arms.
I miss you so much, Yueyue, I miss you so much, " the woman mumbled to herself, intoxicated in Yan Xiuren's arms.
He did not move.
The corners of his cold and charming lips lifted into a mocking arc, but it was particularly charming.
He reached out and pulled the woman out of his arms. He was very strong and his action did not leave a trace of emotion.
Hurt was written all over her delicate little face, and in the next moment, she was dazed.
"Kubei, please love me. I beg you, please, Kubei, please take me, okay?" The woman held back her tears and pleaded with him pitifully, begging for his love.
