C47 He Was Almost Strangled to Death

Xiahou Qinghuan tilted his head slightly, but Chen Yan's hot breath still landed on his neck.

That hot breath was like fire, spraying on Xiahou Qinghuan's slightly cold neck, making him feel as if his body was heating up.

Xiahou Qinghuan said awkwardly:

"Quickly get on the ground. If you dawdle any longer, I'll be leaving."

Xiahou Qinghuan threatened Chen Yan