The sky had already darkened.
The neighborhood was old, and only a few street lights were on. The dim light shone on the man's handsome face and cast a Halo under his dark eyes, revealing a faint smile.
Jing Tong felt that she was probably bewitched, or else why would her heart beat so fast, and even her breath could not help but be held.
Jiang Yu's thin lips came closer and closer. Before they touched, he spat out three words in a low and hoarse voice, " "Can Yingluo do it?"
Jing Tong's face was burning.
No, I can't be scared!
She didn't avoid it and said " yes " in what she thought was a calm voice, but her voice was inexplicably tight.
She was a little upset, but before she could regret it, Jiang Yu snorted in satisfaction and kissed her.
