alm press against the back of her head, pushing her forward. Her nose touched Fu Mo寒's.She almost instinctively wanted to tilt her head back, but a hand clamped down on the back of her skull, pinning...ed him a small bag, it was Lin Jinran's bag, and there was still her phone inside. 。He weighed the phone in his hand, his eyes darkening. His long fingers opened the address book and sent a text messa...