The man's low and gentle words were like honey, sweet to Qiao Mianmian's heart.
Her heart thumped quickly again.
As soon as she looked up, she met his deep and charming eyes, and her breathing became irregular.
Mo Yesi…
How could this man be so sultry?
He was completely skilled in using these intoxicating, romantic words.
She couldn't prepare at all, and her heart was so easily provoked by him, going up and down, fast and slow…
…
Half an hour later, they arrived at school.
Jiang Luoli got off first.
After getting off the car, she stood by the car and lifted the bag in her hand. She said with a smile, "Male God, thank you for your gift and that very delicious dinner tonight. If you don't mind, when you are free, I want to treat you and Mianmian to a meal."
Jiang Luoli's impression of Mo Yesi was very, very good.
She felt that Mo Yesi was a hundred times better than Su Ze.
