C29 Split Leg

But just as Feng qingyang was feeling his blood boil when he saw it, Wang qiaoling placed her small hand on his back.

"I …"

She hesitated, afraid now, even though she had been fond of him from the start, even though she had already decided to give her best first time to the one she had first liked. To her, he was like a gust of wind, and after it blew, he would no longer exist