he huan's teeth were already sore from gritting them.
But now that he called her a puppy, she wouldn't let go and wouldn't let go.
Qin mo looked at her and found it funny and cute. He also felt that it was especially interesting. He reached out and gently stroked her hair. His voice was especially hoarse. do you really think you're a puppy? I can't bear to let you go.
"it really looks like a short-furred dog," he added.
He Huan was speechless. In terms of eloquence, she was no match for him. She was even angrier now that she did not have the ability to fight to a draw with him.
besides, she was afraid that he would mess around. now that she was in his arms, she felt a certain kind of restlessness. how stupid would she be to provoke him again?
