Buried in the man's chest, the tip of her nose was filled with the cold and light fragrance of this person's body. It was like the fragrance of wood, but also with a trace of coldness. Fu Shang couldn't help but rub his face against his body.
The great beauty was hers.
It was really good.
This world's little Tian Tian had such a good temper. Although she was a little straight at times, she was really sweet.
Xu Qing laughed and touched her head with his long fingers. His long eyes had a gentleness that did not match his appearance.
Their warmth at this moment stung the eyes of another youth.
Qu Miao's fingers gradually clenched, her nails almost digging into her palms. He forced himself to look away.
He smiled helplessly.
It wasn't the first time he knew what kind of woman Bai shuyi was.
Heartless, selfish, and hypocritical.
But he still couldn't let her go.