When we left the hospital, it started raining again.

Sang Yan handed over an umbrella, and Si Jinghuai held it over Mu Ci's head.

The heavy rain blurred his handsome face, making him look even more calm in the dim sky.

Mu Ci has been wondering, why did it happen like that last night?

Her flower was still a little painful from being destroyed, and even in her underwear she could feel the top of it was burning.

Si Jinghuai was still savoring the softness ...