Ethan Xie looked at Han Wenqian with tearful eyes, tightly grasped Han Wenqian's wrist with both hands, and said in a trembling voice: "Brother"
Han Wenqian lowered his eyes and stared at Ethan Xie's hands. They were a pair of very beautiful hands, with slender fingers with even joints and round nails that shone like pearls and jade. At this moment, he tightly grasped his wrists, so hard that his knuckles turned white. The color in Han Wenqian's eyes became darker and darker. Suddenly, he grabbed Ethan Xie's hand and pressed him directly onto the sofa, and gently K!ssed those delicate and beautiful fingers.
Ethan Xie was so weak that he couldn't resist Han Wenqian at all. He was in so much pain that he was about to lose his mind. He didn't even know what he was doing.
"Help me, I'm dying." Ethan Xie tilted his neck back and breathed rapidly, desperately trying to grab Han Wenqian.
Han Wenqian smiled. He lowered his head and K!ssed Ethan Xie's eyelashes. A faint smile appeared on his lips. "Don't be afraid. I won't let you die."
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