C239 Fists and Kicks

A gentle male voice came from behind Linlang's curtain, with a hint of complaint.

Shen Qing's thick brown almond eyes curved into the shape of a crescent moon. She casually threw the bag onto the mahogany chair and smiled. "Do you really miss me that much? Where's your good friend?"

Bai Tingxu was making tea in front of the tea table. Smoke rose up in spirals. It was a quiet and peaceful scene