C178 Specific Ruthlessness

In the dead of night, Wei Nuanyang opened his eyes. His sparkling pupils shone with a strange luster against the moonlight. He turned his head and looked at his lover who was sleeping beside him. Then, he slowly got off the bed. At the same time, he took Yuezheng Du's phone.

The oil painting on the wall had its unique charm. Wei Nuanyang caressed it lightly and took it off