C48 Motorcycle Race

Yuan Li Xin shook her head, looking at Rong Xia Zhu with a face full of playfulness.

"Then you …" "Sleep on the bed, I'll sleep on the floor." Lian Xia Zhu curled his lips.

He should have long thought that this noble young master, whose fingers were not touched by the spring water, would be able to condescend to sleep in this rather shady inn