The cursed Lone Star

Lin Hanxing buried his face in Lei Xiaoyue's chest, the fragrance of hyssop made people hold their breath.

The hatred and hostility that had been flowing in her limbs and bones gradually disappeared.

This man seemed to be the coldest, but he had the softest heart.

Imperceptibly, with his strongest strength, he was repairing her heart, which was occupied by hatred and was riddled with holes.

"I know what you're trying to do,"

"Let me do it."

Lei Xiao's large palm was still on the back of her head, burning her nerves with a heart-stirring temperature.

However, there was still some apprehension in his voice.

Hanxing had once told him not to manage the Lin family's Affairs.

"I know that nothing I do can escape your eyes."

Lin Hanxing chuckled.

He did not show any displeasure at Lei Xiao's words.

"But it's indeed inappropriate for you to show up!"