Even if the face is different, the identical tone and the identical cold abstinence truly are one of a kind.
"At least we're old acquaintances, say hello, Beauty." Xiao Qiao didn't let go, looked at him playfully, the bright smile that had just disappeared in the dark corridor, like a blooming poppy, dangerous yet intoxicating,
Wesley suddenly kicked Xiao Qiao, Xiao Qiao swiftly retreated with his hand, and in return punched him in the back, Wesley only felt a metallic taste at his throat, counter-punched her abdomen, and Xiao Qiao was instantly knocked flying, her back hit the wall, staggering, she swallowed the blood that suddenly surged up, yet her smile remained bright as a flower, "Oh, such enthusiasm, I am really flattered."
He and Xiao Qiao must be incompatible.
"Is this considered revenge for the old grudge from more than two years ago?" Xiao Qiao said, "Didn't I just shoot you? At least I gave you a pancake, no need to be so angry, right? Aren't we okay now?"
