C284 Proof of a Woman's Chips

To be held in the forehead by a yoga beauty, in a certain sense, a man is worthy of pride.

Zhou Xiaotian's expression did not change, but this was the first time he had encountered something like this. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. It seemed like he had yet to see through life and death.

Yan Mingliang had always been smiling at the beauty in front of him