Peizhou quietly stared at the little widowed man left behind by his best friend, and breathed out the smoke unbearably. In the smoke, he gritted his teeth. The young widow's waistline was as elegant as a swan under the outline of the custom-made suit. At this time, he bowed down and presented a bouquet of white roses to his deceased husband. He cried sadly, and his tears fell on the cold tombstone drop by drop.
How can an omega keep such a huge fortune? Peizhou was thinking about it, but in his mind he thought shamefully of whether the young widower crying under him would be so beautiful... I'm sorry, Gu Yan, he would definitely not let the young widower go after being a friend.
The man was cornered, and his nervousness caused his pheromones to begin to fill the air. The back of Pei Zhou's neck felt itchy, and he was attracted by the sweet frosting smell of the little widower and rubbed him forward until he hugged him tightly.
"Widow? It smells so good..."
Purpose: Who would say no to a young widower?