100 Lover

Ling Yue wiped her tears on Xi Jian's shirt. With a wide grin, her eyes gleamed on his eyes. "You look terrible but it doesn't matter because you love me!"

Ling Yue gave a peck on Xi Jian's lips. Xi Jian's heart filled with a bubble pink as Ling Yue took the initiative to kiss him. He kissed her back. But once he deepens his kiss, he must stop and grimace in pain. He withdrew unwillingly, grumbled again without releasing his arm.

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