the arty hall. Standing in the corridor, she took out her cell phone and dialed the familiar phone number.the melodious ringtone of the cell phone rang again, and then it was picked up, and a low, mag...thought.Xiaxi's slender feathers are all covered with crystal drops of water. Now the feather quivers, and her clear eyes show a bit of guilt.Yes, she doesn't want to do those intimate things with him...