C322 My Blood Doesn't Taste Good

As if he had been scalded by something, he quickly withdrew his gaze.

Yass Lambert didn't seem to notice. He sat down and put his legs together casually.

He pulled at his tie and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, revealing his long, slender neck like a swan's, and his delicate collarbone.

All of a sudden, Su Yao didn't know where to look.

Look, you look like a pervert.

No