Qin Qing didn’t embarrass him, turned around and left, “I will look for it myself.”
As soon as she opened the car door, her wrist was caught by the hand sticking out behind her.
With thick calluses in the palm of the boy, thin sweat oozes out, and with the burning temperature, it touches the delicate skin of the woman, which seems to arouse an electric current.
Qin Qing paused and looked back at him.
Flynn was very tall, standing in front of Qin Qing like a wall. From the angle of Qin Qing’s head up, you could see Flynn’s slightly raised jaw, with sharp lines.
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