tarted swinging her fists wildly without any pattern, muttering curses: "You filthy scoundrel, you bastard, you great villain..."Her little fists rained down on him like a violent storm. The usually e...轉碼失敗!請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀!like a thief; don’t be afraid of choking!"Yan Luoxi was choking on his words, finally managing to swallow the egg tart. She looked at Li An, who had casually sat down at the dining table, and asked in...
Chapter 11: The Pleasure of Self-Torture