Sixty-one

scent of sandalwood wafted over, warm and powerless, clinging to him.Those were very pretty hands, with long fingers, nicely manicured nails that were rounded at the tip with a hint of sharpness. The...Fang Jiaqi tugged at Zhuque's hand, signaling her to stop talking. She didn't want to provoke Mo Yao either. She whispered in Zhuque's ear, "Let's go." resolve, and nothing seemed to faze her. 。Seeing she was about to leave, Mo Chen could only try to make the best of a bad situation. 。He pulled Gu BaoBao's arm back, Gu BaoBao pouted at him, his expr...