The man put his thinly callused fingers on the skin on her chest, which almost aroused her to shudder. Wen Yi didn’t froze, and went straight back, even the clothes were finally noticed. .
Mo Shichen looked at her condescendingly. There was no wave on his handsome face, only dark eyes surging slightly.
He withdrew his hand calmly, his face still half indifferent and half mocking.
It’s just that she suddenly remembered the look when she opened her eyes just now.
Probably not sober yet, so he appeared in a trance, so that complex and thick emotions gushed out of his eyes.
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