C920 Protect Our God of Cross 121
The curtains in the room were undrawn, and a large french window showed the two of them standing side by side.
Xu Qingdu clenched his hands into fists and placed them on Soong Zhiye's shoulders. He sat on Soong Zhiye's lap and gazed down at his dark brown gem-like pupils.
Soong Zhiye raised his eyes and looked at him with a intriguing smile.
"Sigh." Soong Zhiye pinched Xu Qingdu's waist
