บท 1380: The Supreme Killer (24)

Ming Shu looked at him.

Xuan Ge was so innocent. He didn't even use any strength.

"If I say I didn't grip it hard, will you believe me?"

It really has nothing to do with me.

Ming Shu raised her hand to beat him.

Xuan Ge didn't avoid it, though, letting Ming Shu's weak fists fall on him.

Then he wrapped his palm around Ming Shu's hand and whispered, "It's all my fault."

Ming Shu: "…"

What's wrong with this man.

"Release your hand." This man is crazy!

Xuan Ge took her hand and kissed it.

The warmth of his fingertips was soft and numb, slowly flowing to her limbs and organs.

Little demon!

Ming Shu pulled back her hand calmly.

She picked up the broken musical box. This thing couldn't be fixed.

Well…

Ming Shu brushed away some bits and pieces to see a cartoon-like USB stick underneath.

What is this?