C220 Amorous Man

The room was filled with the smell of disinfectant. Xing Moyang quietly sat next to Xing Xie's sickbed. Under the dim light of the bed's bed, he carefully examined the face of the man in front of him.

How many times had he wanted to seriously look at Xing Xie?

However, he always brought her coldness, ruthlessness, selfishness, and utilization.

Ever since Yin Fenglin had left