When Wen Yi said this, his eyes still looked at the screen in front of him, and his tone did not fluctuate much.
And Mo Shichen stared at her deeply in the dim light.
“Movie selection…well.”
She just wanted to turn her face to talk to him when she was K!ssed by the thin lips of the man.
Mo Shichen avoided the wound and hugged her and K!ssed.
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