Sixty-one

self sinking irresistably, completely ensnared by him.The warmth of the spirit messenger's touch lingered on him, before their lips met again.His lips, they tempt one to sin. This has nothing to do wi...tone rang once, then fell silent. It rang again. Wen Nuan slammed her pen onto the desk and pursed her lips, staring at her phone. She picked it up. On the screen was a picture of her and Ye Fei Mo, l...