Jiang Yu's body trembled. He finally let go of her poor neck, but the strength in his hand didn't decrease at all.
He raised his head. His black eyes were surprisingly dark, as if there was a kind of frightening emotion constantly surging.
Jing Tong jumped in shock, and her already boiling hot face became even hotter. She stuttered, " "Yingluo, you're still not letting go Yingluo?"
Jiang Yu was still staring at her deeply. His Adam's apple rolled several times in a row, and he simply leaned over to kiss her again. Jing Tong didn't even have time to whimper.
