C89 A Razor a Whole Field of Whiskers

Her fingers caressed Liulang's face, bringing about a wave of scalding heat and trembling. The feeling was like flowing spring water, melting at the tip of Liulang's heart.

"The real Liulang is as good as real." Liulang smiled at Hemai.

"En!" Hemai nodded heavily, as though she was happy about something.

When Xu Jiang went out of the door