C236 The Kiss of Skin

Outside the tent was the noise of soldiers and generals. These men already knew that Lin Qingqian and Bodhisattva Lin were living inside. Although they could lower their voices, their hands were still heavy. Ding Ding was noisy. The silence inside the tent was like two different worlds.

Mo Linyuan pressed his lips against Lin Qingqian's. Just now, due to his strength being a little too great