C249 Strength

"It's not a hand."

Shen Ann stroked his chin and thought for a moment: "It was applied on the skin. Isn't that called a tattoo?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was greeted by Zhao Qingyu's merciless beating.

She raised her foot and lightly kicked him. The tip of her foot stopped at his abdomen, and her toes slightly moved. She put down her clothes and grabbed his soft flesh