1845, Shaojing, not here!
"Shaojing..."
Beside her ear, Mu Shaojing's breathing got heavier and heavier.
This guy!
Could he not be so childish!
"Shaojing, don't..."
Watching the black-haired head kissing her, sliding down to her chest, Lin Guanguan felt a bit panicked, she breathed slightly: "Not here..."
This is the dressing room, outside is the makeup room, and there are many people coming and going.
And every time Mu Shaojing wanted her, he would give it his all, Lin Guanguan was really worried she couldn't help but make some noise.
Hearing Lin Guanguan's slightly pleading voice, Mu Shaojing finally stopped his actions.
He straightened his body, looking down at Lin Guanguan, who had already been made so weak by him: "Don't provoke those people in the future, hmm?"
Looking at Mu Shaojing's serious expression, Lin Guanguan couldn't help but want to laugh.
