C17 You Sit on It Yourself.
His body was exposed little by little, and his skin wasn't white, but it was healthy macaroni. He should like to exercise. His pectoral muscles were very strong.
Cheng Qingyao did not dare to look again. Her face was red and hot. She lifted her hand and moved the pajamas away from his shoulder. There was a very large wound on his collarbone. The blood had already solidified