“I’m not good.” The blood on the man’s body almost dried up, but the smell was still there. His arms wrapped around her waist again, and his low voice comforted, “I was wrong about this. You have also been cold for me for a month. I have eaten enough lessons. I will give priority to your feelings when I make decisions in the future, and I will try my best to discuss with you. Don’t ignore me, eh?”
Wen Yi didn’t speak for a long time, neither continued to argue nor let go.
Mo Shichen leaned over, pecked and K!ssed lightly on her cheek, there was a k!ss.
“Okay,” Wen Yi smelled the unpleasant smell of blood and alcohol on his body, wrinkled his nose a little disgustingly, “I’ll talk about things with you, just you toss, maybe it’s a short life. Ghost, the smell is pure, the doctor said you have a concussion, isn’t it uncomfortable?”
The man looked at her, nodded and said, “Headache, dizziness, and nausea a little bit, very uncomfortable.”
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