C185 The Night of Killing in the Dark of the Moon and High of the Wind

Heartache is heartache, resentment is resentment, in any case, I can only listen and watch now without a single act of recklessness.

Under that bastard's strange gaze, Chen Yue finally withdrew all of her defenses. Like a cat, she stuck to the bastard's chest and said in a coquettish voice, "Hubby, I know I'm wrong."

After a short moment of silence