C84 Second Brother Things Are Bad!

The scent of sandalwood rose slowly. The wind chimes sang softly, singing a song. In an antique boudoir, White Night, dressed in a bright red qipao, sat with his legs crossed in front of the dressing table, combing his hair. The way he combed his hair was extremely soft and slow, like a female ghost.

Sitting quietly on the bed was a woman in a white dress who looked exactly like her