Chapter 676: Backhand

e year, I once wrote a seven-character poem titled 'Remembering Brothers in Shandong on the Ninth Day of the Ninth Month.' One line reads, 'I know my brothers are ascending high places, each inserting...eaths quickened with Li Chen's increasingly unrestrained movements. As his large hand neared her neck, poised to slip into the blanket beneath, Zhao Qinglan could no longer hold back."No!"In Zhao Qing...