C825 Many Complaints(2)

Suddenly, a small hand covered Lu Zifeng's bump. Mo Xue trembled and said, "Use this."

Lu Zifeng flipped over and pressed Mo Xue under his body. He panted and said, "I will let you have a taste of his power first."

"Ah, why me?"

"He delivered himself to me and still asked."

"Don't... want... want..