C120 The Tyrannical Monarch

"Ah …" "Comfortable …" As if being gently bitten by the soft tongue of a dog, Lin Han'er relied on the feelings in her body to mutter out loud.

Hearing her from the bottom of her heart, a sentence that came purely from the feeling in her body.

Xing Mo Yang's eyes widened as he smiled.

"Scoundrel." Pressing down onto Lin Han'er's body, Xing Mo Yang could feel her heart beating rapidly