C181 Ninth Wife

"Little Ling! Listen to me. Don't panic, don't make a sound! " "Get dressed quickly!" Zhong Xian ordered in a deep voice. There was an unquestionable tone in the hurried tone.

The calmness of her lover allowed Little Ling to calm down a little. She hurriedly put on her clothes. In a moment of desperation, her hands were trembling, but she couldn't buckle up her bra