PREVIEW
... clouded eyes. Her withered body became plump at a visible speed, quickly returning to its beautiful and sexy state.
"Sigh..." Fan Wubing sighed.
Even so, Zhao Qi was still filled with affection, without any hatred. "Don’t worry, sister will be gentle." To her, as long as she could stagger forward with someone else, any grievances were insignificant.
Fan Wubing looked at her, "Pitiful."
An empty shell without a soul, a puppet enslaved.
Fan Wubing no longer ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE



























