On the verge of widowhood

A purple light flashed in the air, Qiao Que stared dumbfounded at Bai Zi going and returning, the man with long hair turned his back to him and embraced Bai into his arms.

Qiao Que closed her eyes a little helplessly.

What about saying you can't show up? !

Surrounded by the familiar smell, temperature and even strength, Bai Qing's self-blame that had nowhere to rest suddenly disappeared.

Bai Zi let go of him with a smile in her eyes, and breathed into Bai Qing's ear quite seductively: "I heard it..."

Bai Qing was embarrassing, joyful, and bewilderedly shy. The chaos of emotions piled up so that his brain did not function at all.

For a moment, he didn't know how to deal with himself, so he had to stand stiffly with his hands and feet.

Bai Zi took the opportunity to touch his earlobe: "I forgive Qingqing."