The fresh liquid flowed out of Finn’s chest, passed the mermaid line along the firm belly, and merged into his trousers.
Feng Qing’s eyes were light, and there was a flash of ruthlessness.
Two words appeared in Brooke’s mind: “Not good.”
“you”
Isn’t it crazy? In order to satisfy the lower body, I don’t even need my life?
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