C329 Gu Chenming's Favoritism

Gu Chenming's voice was low and deep. Listening carefully, he wasn't a threat, but a different kind of concern.

Shi Xiaoxi leaned against the headboard. Her face was filled with the afterglow of the setting sun and her face looked even more delicate.

In front of him, the man's back was facing the setting sun. His face was half bright and half dark