Qin Yu Crematorium 8

Qin Yu put the photo frame back and turned around to look at the small ball on the ground. She frowned." Why are you so delicate?"

There was a blanket on the floor, so it wouldn't hurt even if she fell.

Fu Ting did not say anything. She was too hungry and had no energy. The side effects of the sleeping pills were still coming. She felt a little dizzy, so she closed her eyes to ease the pain.

From Qin Yu's point of view, he felt that the girl's expression was not good. Her cheeks were puffed up like a little pufferfish.

Qin Yu couldn't help but laugh. He didn't know why he was laughing either. He said," Stupid girl, don't try to scam me.""

Fu Ting did not say anything. Her lips were very pale and she felt very uncomfortable.

Her snow-white little face was scrunched up into a ball, making her look like a pitiful little girl.

She was indeed very delicate. Her little princess physique had never been tortured like this before.

She whimpered softly.