C40 death row

Wei Senjin dressed herself leisurely, muttering something as she did so. Her drinking had not yet subsided, and it was hard to tell if the flush on her face was the result of the alcohol or from the fierce battle that had just taken place.

Zhao Chuanqi sat with his legs crossed, watching the entire process of her dressing. He felt that the way he dressed was equally sexy and amiable.

Then