C145 Phlegm

"Why don't we just end up like him!" San Mao said as he looked at Liu Guojun's back with his gun.

I thought about it, but in the end, I still shook my head and lightly pressed San Mao's muzzle.

"Forget it, he's going to die. What about Dr Lee?"

San Mao heard and sighed, the muzzle of the gun slowly drooping. If a woman in this era lost the protection of a man