Chapter 1850 Not Even a Little?

unned at first, then she immediately reacted and understood Fu Mochen's meaning. Her face flushed red, hot to the touch.Her hands pressed against Fu Mo Han's chest, angrily shouting, "Let go, let go!"...faint red silk, exuding a delicate and translucent feeling. However, as her fingers touched it, she always felt that the surface of the blood jade seemed to be carved by a knife. When facing the ligh...