Chu Qingge, Feng Li, works
roze instantly.On the sofa, a man sat with his long legs crossed, his icy eyes looked over, a chilling coldness..."Zong Han," Shen Siyin's face quickly turned pale: "How could you..."“How could this b...lmost turned black in the face."You hit my face again! We agreed not to hit each other's faces!"Chu Qingge was already so drunk that she could barely stand, let alone care what hit her."So you used in...