C29 Prince

Chung Yong lowered his eyes and curled his lips, staring blankly at Zhuang Qiu. He lowered his head and pressed his big hand on the back of Zhuang Qiu's head. Before Zhuang Qiu could react, a cold kiss was imprinted on the back of her head.

The cold air on Chung Yong's body had been melted by the heating in the room. His whole body seemed to have melted. His movements were gentle and gentle