C530 Look at My 50-meter Blade(45)

Shen Muzhi felt his vision darken. Along with a faint fragrance, the corner of his eye heated up.

By the time he reacted, Soong Zhiyang's lips had already stuck to the corner of his eye.

Shen Muzhi suddenly froze. He unconsciously clenched his fists and held his breath.

The hot breath was like a flame, burning down from the bottom of his eyes to the bottom of his lips