C221 Selling Colour

"Aiya, you're so bad, so bad, so bad …" Her fist fell on Zhang Kuang's shoulder like raindrops. Then, Miao Lian leaned on Zhang Kuang's shoulder intimately and said softly, "Do you really like me? Will you be responsible for me? "

He was even responsible for it. After all, he didn't even know how he died. He was truly a complete monster! Zhang Kuang laughed