C195 Fortuitous encounter of pavilion

At night, Yang Zihan's heart had already calmed down. He caressed the Buddha Pendant on his neck, and smelled Wang Yunjie's scent, which was still on his body, and fell asleep.

In a certain villa room, He Jian was lying on a strange bed, wearing a cape to rest. Suddenly, He Jian suddenly opened his eyes, his mouth revealing traces of blood