C15 He Was Sick

The door was closed and Yue Cheng pushed the door open and went in. She saw Jiu Feng, who was only wearing a shirt, leaning against the bed. He was wearing a black shirt on the floor.

On that peerlessly beautiful and handsome face, there was anger, helplessness, and even more trouble.

"Yo, who made my handsome little brother angry?" A smile surfaced on his face