Sixty-one

ting her lips like a wild beast.Warm as a puppet, letting him kiss endlessly.Ye Fei Mo's movements were brutal, as if the woman beneath him was his enemy. His anger raged like wildfire over her warm...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."k about who was right and who was wrong.For a moment, I was provoked and lost my composure, saying many hurtful things, even comparing her unfavorably to Han Bi.In a moment of anger and grief, I pushe...