C42 He Was Thrown away Every Few Years

It had been half an incense stick of time since Gong Lingchen was drugged. Yang Xuanyin stared at the ugly bandage on Gong Lingchen's abdomen with a conflicted expression.

Guilt? No. He was hesitating if he should move up a little bit. It might be more beautiful this way.

"Gong Lingchen, who saw through the other party's intention, could not bear it any longer and coughed lightly