Li beixiao was talking to ye qingge's ear, and the tickling heat was all poured into her ear.
Ye qingge's heart trembled and her blood flow sped up, spreading to her limbs and bones as if it was going to rush out of her body uncontrollably.
This was a whisper of love and complaint. Any woman who heard it would not be able to find a home, especially li beixiao's low and hoarse voice, which was still so sexy and pleasant to hear.
Ye qingge could not say anything. If li beixiao treated her coldly, mocked her, or even took revenge on her, she could bear it.
However, he was even more affectionate and gentle than before ...
I, li beixiao, have never thought of being so humble to dote on a woman. Don't say that you are not worth it. In my heart, your weight can't be any heavier. Even if I want to kick you out in anger, I can't!
