C2106 The Kitchen Killer Xu Muming

At midnight, Hsu Moyu was finally free.

He was lying in Han Shaolin's arms, exhausted, and was adjusting his breathing.

Han Shaolin lowered his head and kissed Hsu Moyu's lips. He asked with a smile, "Is that not enough?"

He knew that Han Shaolin was making fun of him, but Hsu Moyu did not argue with him, because he no longer had the strength to do so