C71 Lu jia kou food street

Just as Young Master Jun was mumbling to himself, a small head peeked in with a creak. Thick flip-flops, a pair of white, transparent pajamas that made people cough up blood. He quietly closed the door. His cheeks were slightly red, making his look even more beautiful under the moonlight.

"Xin Er." Jun Haotian lowered his voice, but he was still surprised.

"Shh, Big Brother Tian