C1090 This Disciple of the Demonic Cultivator

Jian Nian snorted, patted his back and said softly, "That won't do."

Wei Youliang was a thin-skinned person. Plus, he was a man after all. Being treated like this by another man made him feel awkward.

He felt even more uncomfortable with the fact that someone familiar to him was around.

Plus, although he said it was you guys on the surface, Jian Nian was the only one holding him