C1107 Devour Martial Spirit
Late at night.
In Lin Feng's bedroom.
The ambiguous atmosphere was getting stronger and stronger.
Under the dim lamp, Lin Feng saw that Wang Yunjing had already thrown away her hair clip and her long hair fell down. So he knew what he should do next.
"Swoosh!"
Lin Feng wrapped his arms around Wang Yunjing's waist from behind and pulled her back closer