Leng Xianchen, just like his last name, is so cold and cool that no one can get close to him, just like a piece of ice.
However, only Yi Yunjie knew that he was not like this three years ago.
His Leng Qianchen would smile at him, cry at him, and act coquettishly from time to time. He was even more intimate with him, so intimate that they could even discuss who was on and who was off in bed.
He was originally an immortal, but how could he become a demon?
Now, the well-behaved and kind-hearted Leng Xianchen actually pointed a pistol at him and looked at him coldly, as if he had never met him before.
What's the matter with the beautiful female bed partners appearing one after another next to him?
Why are noble and humorous male favorites appearing one after another around him?
No, Leng Xianchen, you are mine until death.
In the dark room, the man who was as handsome as a god pressed the person beneath him tightly, sucked his honey-like thin lips, and begged in a low voice: "My lord, don't leave me, okay?"