C1617 He Is Missing a Specimen

"Will it be ugly?" Xing Yuxue gently poked at the side of the wound. It was a bit painful, and she couldn't conceal her emotions any longer. She furrowed her brow.

Jiang Yong was rubbing medicine on his hair while saying, "It's the president's, just like hair."

"But it fell." Xing Yumiao was still worried. He was worried that something on his body was not looking good