Melody held the mobile phone with various patterns painted on it and kept playing with it.
Opening the flip of the phone and looking at that cute smile, I fell into deep thought as to why they were so similar.
Her temper seems to be just as gentle, but what can she do to make her love him as much as Xiao Ji does and be as passionate about him?
I simply couldn't help but think of her as her.
Melody lay on the bed, but found that she couldn't fall asleep. Do you really want to do that to her at night?
Looking at her pale little face, I still feel distressed. Last night was her first time, but I kept asking her for many times. I left her body only when she couldn't stand it anymore.
He couldn't help but regard April as Xiao Ji, and put the long-lost longing on her. She must have a good rest for a few days, but why was she so stubborn to leave here.
Was she really that annoying and scary? She was so resistant!
Melody's thoughts drifted to the moment when she met Xiao Ji three years ago...
——————Inside the underground cell of the Rhino Gang.
Yintai could never calm down and kept walking back and forth in the cell.
Unexpectedly, Melody locked him in the cell. Did he start to be tempted? Or did he just want to see that face?
It's impossible. Looking at the injury on April's jaw, he doesn't have any feelings for her at all, but why did he stop himself from taking her away.
Is it because of April's face? No... I can't let April suffer like this.
All this was done by me, and I had to save her, but I still couldn't help but put my love for Xiao Ji on her, and really wanted to protect her.
We must find a way to take her away tonight.
But all my phone and other belongings were taken away.
How can I get out?
——————.
Melody walked into April's room gently, and he found that he really didn't want to leave that face. He had missed it endlessly in the past three years, and he was really scared. After finally seeing this exact face, he felt really scared.
I can't control it, I want to watch it all the time.
Sitting on the bedside, carefully stroking the bruised chin, feeling even more pity in my heart.