C42 Young Master Her Son?

He opened the wardrobe, took out a shirt and suit, and put on a clean shirt. His muscles could be vaguely seen, and his back suddenly stuck to a soft and delicate body …

Zhan Sijue's breath turned cold as he smelled a familiar fragrance and knew that it was Ning Yang.

Ning Yang reached out from behind to embrace his waist, and rubbed his back with his face.

His figure was really very good