"Take off your clothes and come to me." Ling Aoye turned his back and licked his chapped lips.
"If possible, I don't want to be seen by you." Ling Mofeng still had the same temper, but at this time, he raised the corner of his mouth in a funny way:
"Or are you saying that your status as the hall master and emperor is something that everyone wants to take advantage of?"
Interpreting the entanglements between the rivers and lakes and the palace, no matter where they are, the two are supporting each other, but they are also like injured hedgehogs...