A Wife Like Fire: Mr

He had lost too much, his pupils were already dilating, but he was still trying very hard. His eyes didn't blink, staring deeply, "Qiqiu...are you...crying for me",Only to see Mo Xiuhan still staring deeply, that slender hand immersed in it, slowly moving towards the fingertips.,Only at the doorway, stood a handsomely dressed man with one hand holding a silver-gray pistol. He looked over, offering a slight smile that was chillingly serene.。