C315 Writing the Text

The night, the breeze, It made people feel a little cold. In the room. . . At this moment, Xiao Yan was sitting cross-legged on the bed with a slight frown on his face. This time, he had beaten Guo Zhenyu into such a state. It was indeed a little satisfying, but this matter couldn't be resolved peacefully. According to the arrogant and domineering style of the Flower Sect