©WebNovelPub
PREVIEW
... turn his head and fell silent for a moment.
His right hand struggled, but that small hand was still relentlessly winding around it.
Zhao Rong pursed his lips.
He lifted his left hand, which was exposed to the rain, and without explanation, brushed away the small hand that was attempting to cling to him.
Zhao Rong could feel the soft body beside him suddenly stiffen.
He thought for a moment, then shifted his body away from her, no longer touching her, yet h ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE