C37 Spring Dream Scar

Yang xiuqin, who was in a daze, felt the restless growth of his body and suddenly opened his sleepy eyes. The ceiling fan on his bed was still moving crazily and the sky outside was already starting to brighten. But the face of Feng qingyang in front of him was very clear. His chest was very firm, but at this moment, the corners of his mouth were curled up with an evil smile