To a painter, her hands were more precious than her life, but she used her shoulders and arms to hit the door.
Could it be that mo shenbai was more important than her hands?
Xu Youyou's throat seemed to be blocked, and she couldn't say a word. Her eyes were filled with tears, and she pried his hand away stubbornly, wanting to continue hitting the door.
At this moment, she couldn't care less about her dreams or arms. All she knew was that da Bai was inside.
She wanted to protect Great White and bring him home!
If anything happened to da Bai, she would regret it for the rest of her life.
Fu jianchen's eyes reddened. Envy, jealousy, and hatred flashed in his eyes. He really wanted to turn around and leave.
What did that person's matter have to do with him?
It wasn't his fault!
It would be even better if they got a divorce, then she would have a chance!
However, Yingluo
Her weak body was reflected in his eyes, slender and stubborn.
