Shu qingwu didn't know what han yichu was talking about, and she looked at han yichu with teary eyes."Yichu ..."
Han yichu's whole body was in pain, and he wanted to tear Shu qingwu apart and love her as much as he could.
When he heard her call his name in such a delicate manner, his eyes were wet, like flowers waiting to be plucked.
This reminded him of the times when they were together, and she cried and begged him.
As he thought about it, the fire burning in his body became stronger and stronger. His eyes darkened and his throat rolled up and down.
He felt like he was about to explode.
As soon as they entered the bedroom, han yichu carried Shu qingwu to the bed and kissed her deeply.
Shu qingwu finally understood why han yichu looked like that.
"Yichu ... Oh ... Yichu ..."
Shu qingwu called han yichu's name softly. Her voice was soft and weak, more effective than the most powerful love drug, and it made han yichu's body hurt.
