C317 Wen rou xiang tomb of the hero

Zhuo Yanfeng shyly sat on the sofa, grabbing the collar of his turtleneck shirt. His kiss marks were all over her neck, causing her to want to cover herself tightly in this warm April.

"Young Master, we'll be leaving now." Du Yuan's gaze lingered on Zhuo Yanfeng's face for a few seconds before speaking.

Hmm, not only was he not tortured to death, he even managed to get off the bed.

Otherwise