GBT Chapter 130

The official language is beautiful, but what kind of protagonist, what kind of vitality, are all empty words. Now, how should this "life and death parting" be played out? Jiao Bai reached out his hands during the ten-minute countdown, hugging the head buried in his shoulder, his cold fingers reaching into the man's black hair, petting it like a big dog several times. I'm leaving. Jiao Bai lowered his head, his dry lips touching Qi Yi Liao's chin, rubbing gently. He said in his heart, but I'll be…