C113 Tug Tug Tug Tug
It was already bright outside, but the two men on the bed were still unwilling to get out of bed. Ling Xuan lied on the bed and buried his face under the blanket.
He had clearly not done anything, but why did it feel like he had done many things that he shouldn't have?
Feng Jueqing laid on the bed with his hand on the buns that Ling Xuan had wrapped up. It could not be said that he was naked