C45 Zhuang sheng's dream

The Shura realized that Nian Shaohua's expression became extremely strange in an instant.

He was tapping the beat, but his fingers were trembling with the last syllable.

There was still a bit of chilliness on this early spring night, but fine beads of sweat were seeping out of his forehead.

Bai Xiaolou saw it and found it strange. "Young Master Nian