But Mo Shichen just looked at her like this, without dodge or avoid, his handsome face was very feminine, and he exuded an endless strong aura. In the end, this slap did not fall on his face.
Wen Yi’s breathing was rapid, her chest undulating sharply, her eyes getting redder, but she didn’t know what kind of emotion she raised her hand into a fist, maintaining her original posture, frozen in mid-air.
“Don’t you want to smoke me, I stand and let you smoke.”
She pointed her finger to the door, trembling unnoticeably, “You get out of here!”
He stood still, looking at her with a pair of eyes, as if looking at the prey under his claws. The danger was inevitable, and it gave people a full sense of suffocation.
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