in the car, didn't want to care about him, didn't want to listen to these sarcasm and insults!"The forest is dyed, don't provoke me!" Fu Mochen coldly glared at her, his tone still cold and hard, he w...ing within her, craving relief and pleasure.The ends of Lin's hair were tinged with a pale white, her cheeks gradually turning rosy, like a brushstroke of rouge, adding a touch of color to her pallid...