C112 An Invitation from He Qing Xiao

Sunlight shone through the window, filling the room with the scent of new life.

Zhou Xuanqing rubbed his eyes as he looked towards the window. His body was intricately outlined in gold light, but if one looked carefully, they would see eight muscles in his stomach. The man walked over slowly and said softly, "You're awake? My princess. " The sound of a bass gun