"Woman, you can't run away." Jiang Weide curled the corners of his lips and stretched out his long arm, Yan Qingqian immediately fell in his direction.
His eyes were filled with fear. It was over. This time, he was about to fall to the ground. Yan Qingqian raised his throat and closed his eyes slightly.
With a stretch of his arm, Yan Qingqian emergency hand grabbed forward and fell onto the thick carpet.
Was it too painful? He couldn't feel it anymore. Yan Qingqian was trembling in his heart. Was he dead?
"Woman, look at what you've done." Jiang Weide's face darkened. This woman was too impatient.
Seeing that his lower body's bathrobe had been ripped off by the Yan Qingqian, Jiang Weide did n' t even know what to say. If it wasn't good, it was just like what he wanted.
Ang? She didn'
