I have a baby, you come to raise it

Yan Jing tightly clasped An Yuxiao's neck, and said coldly, "I see where you are going to run!"

An Yuxiao was gasping for breath. He forcefully broke Yan Jing's hand that was clasping his neck, cursing in his mouth: "Bastard! You... let me go!"

No, if this continues, he will really have an attack.

Hearing An Yuxiao's intermittent yelling, Yan Jing kindly loosened the hand that was strangling An Yuxiao's neck, but he only loosened the grip and didn't let go completely, making An Yuxiao still unable to break free.

An Yuxiao looked forward with red eyes, the Cui Qing seeds in her body had already begun to play a role under the fermentation of the aroma of wine.

The already exhausted body could no longer support it.