C32 A Mansion Doesn't Smell Good

The woman's slender neck was slightly raised, and judging from Jun Si Ming who was half leaning on the sofa, that slender white neck was glowing with a faint light.

At that moment, he, who had always been dissociated from women, actually felt thirsty.

"Are you afraid of me?" Jun Siming's voice was clearly a little hoarse, as deep as a classical cellist.

"I'm fine