C67 First Meeting
Seeing Mo Jiahua's uncertain expression as if he had swallowed a Fire Dragon Fruit, Ling Feitong couldn't help but laugh. Ling Feitong also stopped messing with Mo Jiahua, but under the other party's dark gaze, he stood up from the ground, lowered his head and kissed Mo Jiahua on the forehead.
"Your Highness, tomorrow we will be setting out on a long journey, but now is not the time