C122 On the Self-cultivation of the Black Lotus 21

Xiao Qing's room was not monitored.

Qiao Sheng looked around the room. The color of the entire room was on the cold side, just like how Xiao Qing wrapped himself up from inside to outside, not allowing anyone to enter.

But now...

Qiao Sheng curled the corner of his lips as he threw his entire person into Xiao Qing's soft and comfortable big bed