C186 Little Bastard Is up to No Good

Perhaps it was because he had slept for a few days, Jing Mo's face had turned sickly white. Feng Lee had changed out of his noble clothes. He was only wearing a loose t-shirt.

The blanket slid to his chest. Because Jing Mo tilted his head, his delicate collarbone and fragile neck were exposed in front of Feng Lee. That neck was very beautiful, but also had a fragile beauty