The skin in the palm of his hand was hot, and he couldn't tell whether it was because the sun was too hot or because Dorian Yu's own body temperature was rising.
Sterling Qin bent down in front of the car window. The wounds on his face had healed. The newly grown sprouts were pink and slid from the eyebrows to the ends of the eyes, making those eyes that were already too dark and heavy to look close to. Adding more sinister intent.
"You touched my face like this in the past here, right?" Sterling Qin felt that he overlapped with himself in that memory, and the perception that once belonged to him returned to his body, giving him another chance. taste.
I also learned how good this taste is.
Dorian Yu's fingers trembled. Those slight movements for a second or two were caught by Sterling Qin. Sterling Qin frowned: "Did I do something wrong?"
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