li junyu, you, you, you, you ... ruan Mengmeng was a little dazed by li junyu's hug, and she looked as if she was still not aware of the situation.
However, the man who was holding her was deeply in love with her.
He frowned, his jaw resting on the girl's soft hair, wishing he could ruthlessly rub the girl into his chest.
Li junyu made up his mind to never let go again.
Unwilling to let go, Yingluo
Even if she felt guilty to her mother, her two younger brothers, her uncle, and her father.
No, even if he had to go against the whole world, he would still hold on to the girl's lost hand.
ah, that hurts, Yingluo, " ruan Mengmeng let out a soft cry. With a look of disgust on her face, she pushed li junyu away with all her might with her elbow.
"My hand is injured, you're hurting me."
She raised her two hands that were wrapped like dumplings and waved them.
She felt that the man standing in front of her must have lost his mind.
