Wen Meimei looked at his dark eyes obediently, waiting for him to continue.
Qiao Chengxun took a deep breath and said with a heavy heart, "Stop hurting yourself, promise me."
"Okay," Wen Meimei agreed.
Qiao Chengxun's lips curled slightly, his warm, large palm gently brushing through the girl's hair, cradling her small round face, "You must keep your promise to me, else I won't let you off."
"Okay," Wen Meimei still showed little emotion.
She would not hurt herself anymore...
Just a moment ago, in an instant, she found a new fixation—to prevent Luo Liu and Qiao, King of Hell, from fighting each other.
But what if they encounter each other in M Country?
Wen Meimei was worried, yet dared not let it show on her face.
Qiao Chengxun suddenly kissed her lips, interrupting her train of thought.
"Meimei, I want to kiss you."
His voice was like a cello, pulling at the girl's heart.
