C422 Gunshots from the Villa(2)
"I don't need your protection!" How could Mo Zhexuan, with his stubborn temper, obediently let Lan Youyan protect him? Just as he reached out his hand to push away the person in front of him, he was fiercely glared back at by Lan Youyan.
"Stinking brat, you better behave yourself. Don't think that I want to save you so badly!" Lan Youyan's chest heaved up and down