C70 Emperor Confining Pet 7

Shen Yan's face turned pale. He violently punched his chest.

Nangong Han stopped in his tracks. His chest was hit, but it didn't hurt. Instead, it was itchy and numb, as if it had been scratched by a cat's paw. Half of his heart had softened.

"I'm very tired. "

Shen Yan said weakly. He was indeed very tired. Furthermore, he still felt very uncomfortable from head to toe