Inside the house, He Yanzhi didn’t turn on the lights, but just sat on the sofa wet.
Xiaoxiao Qi walked behind him, trying to take off his coat, but he was held by He Yanzhi: “No, I’m afraid I can’t control it.”
Xiao Xiaoqi gave a hand, and then said on his head: “He Yanzhi, I am not the same as before. I will do whatever I want. Do you need to worry so much between you and me?”
He Yanzhi didn’t speak.
“This time, even if you are dead, the corpse is mine.” Xiao Xiaoqi finished talking in He Yanzhi’s ear, and then continued his hand movements, and this time, He Yanzhi did not stop.
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