Golden Stage
CH 38
“You…” Yan Xiaohan’s heart jumped violently without cease, that sense of walking-on-air weightlessness not yet completely dissipated. He glared at Fu Shen, stuttering with anger. “You…”
Fu Shen’s attitude was especially good, especially tender. “Mhm. You said it.”
Fu Shen’s attitude was especially good, especially tender. “Mhm. You said it.”