Fu Mo寒. 。"Well, you want me to help you change" Fu Mo Han wrote coldly, his tone menacing. It seemed that if Lin Jin Ran didn't take it off herself, he would definitely make good on his threat. "I'll... from which the scent came, cautiously opening her mouth, "Who are you""Tap, tap, tap." The sound of high heels echoed, each click striking a chord in Lin Jin's heart, finally stopping before her.A st...