C389 Madness

Mao Xiaojun was sitting on the sofa with his injured leg crossed and drinking chrysanthemum tea.

Because he was too thirsty, more than half of the cup of chrysanthemum tea had already been drunk.

"Little Jun, does your leg still hurt?"

Zhang Yuehong had already come out of the room and walked to the sofa. Staring at Mao Xiaojun's strong body, her little heart beat even more fiercely.

"Zhang