C178 Unworthy

The current Mo Xun was in as much of a sorry state as she could get.

Not to mention that his face was bruised, his bare upper body was bruised and bruised from punching, and his half-opened pants were hanging loosely at his waist, ready to fall at any moment. He was lying on the ground, his head blackened and his mouth full of the smell of blood.

Xiao Ling was still resentful