C591 You'll Pay for It Yourself

On the black Italian handmade sofa, Zhan Sijue's tall body leaned lazily against the back of the chair. A woman in a long dress with a protruding back was sitting on his chest, holding a few fruits in her hand, gently caressing the corner of his mouth. . .

Because he had drunk a lot of wine, Zhan Sijue's handsome face was dyed red