Luoxi firmly resists Lì n. She isn’t being shy or unwilling; she’s afraid of his injuries."It's okay... Luoxi..." Lì n pleads hoarsely, panting like a raging dragon, "I really want to... are you tryi...of mineral water, sipping it aimlessly.The hotel's bar differed from regular bars; their midnight performance was soothing and elegant. A female singer on stage sang a French song that Yan Luoxi found...
Chapter 11: The Pleasure of Self-Torture