C32 Clothes Are Not Good

However, this King of Hell was not making him suffer. He was making him suffer. He did not dare to hit, nor did he dare to scold. He could only swallow his anger and suffer.

"What's wrong?" She opened the door and asked him, smiling, what was the matter.

"Help me change, these clothes …" Feng Xi looked around at his white shirt and black pants and didn't know how to make a move