C841 Dragon's head 47

As the crystal lamp shook, the golden glow of the peonies sprinkled down in droplets.

The fine powder danced on Zuen's blond hair, giving it an inescapable infatuation.

Zuo En glanced at Xuan, who was standing at the top of the stairs. He was about to go upstairs.

The hall was messy and too noisy, and the smell of alcohol was heavy.

His obsession with cleanliness made him choose to leave