C1051 White-browed Hawk King

The cold little hand slid across Yang Xuan's chest. The smooth touch made Yang Xuan's body as hot as a furnace. When he looked at Yuh Qingcheng again, her face was already flushed red. Both of her eyes were tightly shut, and her teeth were still lightly biting her red lips.

Yang Xuan naturally did not want to be outdone