C47 Chapter 47

"Zichen. . . " He murmured. She raised her hand and caressed his cheek. She was glad that his face was as hot as her body.

Fu Zichen had a reaction. She was not acting alone.

Fu Zichen stopped and gently stroked Tang Luoran's smooth black hair.

"Now everything is up to you. Tell me, what do you want?"

The answer was clear from the beginning