The winter night in the sea city was cold, and the cold wind was blowing the holly trees by the roadside.
Wan Lai was quiet, Miles seemed to hear her own heartbeat faster than once, and the cold blood in her body seemed to have been set on fire, boiling unscrupulously.
He should refuse, but the desire in his body was surging, almost surpassing his lack of reason.
In the cold night, a few holly leaves fell gently on the back of his hand with the night wind.
The girl walked a few steps, stretched out her hand to help him brush the leaves, then raised her eyes and said to him, “Let’s go.”
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