C633 Brother Xiang

An ambiguous aura, a scorching heat, a numbness that made him feel as if his skin had turned numb, and he was drenched in sweat …

"En ~" After a low grunt, Zhou Jinglan, who was sleeping soundly, flipped over while hugging her blanket. The big pair of them were being ridden sideways by her, and their agile fish like bodies continuously swayed along with the realm of dreams