Sixty-one

ingtonWarmth hesitated, a sharp sound of Ye Feimo's words ringing in her mind. She felt flustered, not knowing what to do. Go, go, don't make things difficult for yourself, she told herself, and the p...Fang Jiaqi tugged at Zhuque's hand, signaling her to stop talking. She didn't want to provoke Mo Yao either. She whispered in Zhuque's ear, "Let's go." mouthful. Sensing Mo Yao's reluctance to swallow, he pouted his mouth and muttered, "It tastes pretty good," he shoved the remaining half mouthful directly into his mouth, savoring it with gusto. Mo...