C193 Little Bastard Is up to No Good

In the room, Jing Mo was lying weakly on the bed. However, he didn't seem weak when talking to the girl next to him. His voice was gentle and moderate, which made him look like an elegant young master.

Ling Lan's face was slightly red. She sat on the chair beside her and lowered her head, not daring to look around. After all, there was a difference between men and women