Fan Xiu did not reply, nor did he retract his hand. He raised the handkerchief with his fair fingertips, his lines beautiful, and his calm voice rang out, ""Wipe it."
This person's temperament was too clean, so Holy that it made people want to pull him down to the mortal world and stain him with the mud of the mortal world.
Fu Shang took the handkerchief without a word.
He wiped his blood-stained lips.
The pure white handkerchief was stained with blood, as if it could never be wiped off. It was like its master ...
He fell into the mortal world.
Fu min held the handkerchief in his hand and smiled sarcastically. what do you mean by this? " Why, after you hurt me, you're suddenly showing me mercy and taking pity on me?"
"Eh? The Holy monk ..."
The girl's voice was charming and her legs were soft. This deliberately gentle ending was like a kitten's claws, tickling people's hearts.
Unfortunately, the target of the seduction was not moved at all.
