At this moment, Tang Zhongkai also felt that he seemed too rogue, without the slightest grace to deal with love in the past, and his arms couldn't feel relaxed... Before leaving, a few strands of hair passed the tip of his nose, and he faintly smelled a cold body fragrance, which itched to the tip of his heart...
"Let go? What I want has never failed me!"
Li Jingci stopped struggling and stood there stiffly, letting him hold her.
"Is it really that good?"
"Huh?"
"What can I get from this skin that I hate myself, this lifeless body that wants to crush people like you into ashes?"
"You..."
After letting go of the person in his arms and turning around, Tang Zhongkai narrowed his eyes and looked at him carefully...
"Filing bones and raising ashes? How can such a beautiful woman with picturesque features say such vicious words?"
Li Jingci didn't answer, and lowered her head to one side as if tired, even her peripheral vision was dim.
Raising his hand, Tang Zhongkai was willing to slap him with all his strength!
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