C178 A Trap(2)

The blood on Murong Yunze's forehead continued to flow out and soon dyed the pink embroidered pillow red. As for himself, his eyes were tightly closed and his breathing was steady. His nose was moving up and down, as if there was a miniature blow-blowing machine inside.

The lecher must have passed out. Muh Nuannuan thought so. Otherwise, why would he not move?

After a short hesitation