C450 Ships Full of Clear Dreams and Pressuring Galaxies 38

Lau Qingjun didn't say anything for a long time. He raised his hand and caressed Gu Bai's face.

His movements were light and quick, as if he was suppressing something.

"Ha," Lau Qingjun curled his lips, "What are you doing? Am I really that fragile?"

Lau Qingjun stood up, his expression returning to his usual laziness.

"Master, are you here to watch my match?" Gu Bai asked