บท 4879: The wind chimes of memories (15)

When some emotions were to be poured out, no one could withstand it.

Han yichu's eyes darkened.

Only Huang qingwu could make him lose control.

He really couldn't be liuxiahui when he was holding the person he loved.

Only Huang qingwu could make han yichu's otherworldly aura disappear and suddenly become beautiful, like a blooming flower, bright and enchanting.

Han yichu hugged Huang qingwu and kissed her deeply, but Huang qingwu was not cooperative and kept on doing it.

After drinking, she really made him love her even more.

"You're really a torturous little demon. I can't do anything to you~"

Han yichu's tone was soft, gentle, and helpless.

From his tone, it was clear that he really regarded Huang qingwu as a treasure in his heart.

Perhaps Huang qingwu was really a little drunk, and she just wanted to get closer to han yichu, to have more intimate contact with him.

Han yichu thought so too, as Huang qingwu had ignited the fire in him.