C311 Wishful Thinking

On the bed, Li Xing was covered by a thin blanket, but his beautiful back was exposed, just like a flawless jade. His forehead was covered in sweat, and his face was flushed red.

From the side, Chen Long saw a patch of snow-white. He felt his heart heat up, but quickly retracted his gaze, and put on a serious expression.

"Little Star …"

"Brother