©Novel Buddy
PREVIEW
... and holding a cigarette between his slender fingers with one hand, he was flicking with his sword eyebrows.
In the smoky surroundings, he saw vaguely his brows and his thin and cold facial features.
Tang Mo'er pulled his thin legs and walked forward. If he wanted to leave here, he had to pass by him. He intentionally blocked her.
Without looking at him, she passed him by.
But her slender haw wrist was clasped by a big palm with a clear joint, and a man's mute laughte ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE































