C644 He Is a Demon

The scent of cologne drifted over with the sound of his soft footsteps. She buried her head in the blanket, afraid to look at him or see what was beyond the blanket. Xinya was curled up quietly on the bed like an ostrich.

She was terrified.

She was clearly a man who had been intimate with his skin before, but at this moment, she was still afraid.

Silence. That was a terrifying silence