Noah's Worries

"Get down!" Ye Ling threatened Shen Qianshu in a fierce and ruthless tone. "I'll hit you!"

"Come." Shen Qianshu moved close to him. Her face was pressed against his as she provoked him. "Hit me."

The two of them were especially close to each other. Their breaths were intertwined together. There was a subtle fragrance on her body that had a tinge of gentleness and softness. It attracted others to pick her. Noah's mind had a flash of some images that were not too harmonious. His breathing slightly deepened, and his adam's apple slipped up and down. As long as he turned his body sideways slightly, he could kiss her lips.

He could not. Bo Yiren said that she was not his. She was Ye Ling's. The child was also Ye Ling's. They wanted to kill him. They did not want him again. They did not want him again.