C67 Killing Intent of the Dawn

Tian Yangsheng tightened the belt of the binding knives and guns on his body, tightened the belt buckle, and took a deep breath.

Tian Yangsheng's figure was already a little thin and good, and with this tight leather coat wrapped around his perfect figure, Cheng Haonan couldn't help but lick the corner of his mouth. Then, his hand restlessly touched Tian Yangsheng's waist