Lu Fenying had never seen such a kind of Mo Qinger. She teared her throat and cried aloud. The small body seemed to have a running river, where the water was desperately washed out.
Her small face was wrinkled, her eyes were whirling, her pink face was reddened by crying, and she cried out of breath.
There was an exhausted roar in the throat, sharp and helpless.
Lu Fenying did not know that a woman could cry like this, tears all over her face, and her throat was hoarse.
He hasn’t seen a woman cry, Su Muwei is the one who loves to cry the most. He cries in his arms every time, crying sobbingly, sometimes even without tears.
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