Sixty-one

…" Warmth lowered her voice."Lighter.""Not ink!" A warm breath, like a silken thread."Just a little softer.""...Not ink." She suddenly felt her voice was husky.I warmed my heart and paid respects to t...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."h and cry, could she please not be so directGu Bao was innocent. She woke up in the middle of the night wanting to drink water, but the water dispenser ran out of water. She fumbled her way to the hal...