Xu Qi 'an opened his eyes and stopped trying to understand. His gaze fell on mu nanzhi's face. At this moment, her cheeks were rosy, and she looked charming and weak.
Because the man on top of her was too rough, there were tears in the corners of her eyes.
Xu Qi 'an stared at the beauty in front of him. She was beautiful but not demonic. Her face was as bright as a flower in June and as bright as a hibiscus out of the water. For a moment, he did not know whether comprehending the " broken Jade " or tasting the beauty was the right thing to do.
Her fair wrists were covered in frost and snow, her lotus flower was embarrassing her Jade-like face, her muscles were fine and her bones were even, and her waist was slender and her palms were light.
His eyes gradually became intoxicated. The God of flowers was the most beautiful woman in the world, and such a beautiful woman was at his mercy at this moment, with tears in the corners of her eyes.
