Chapter 112: The Musician

a fruit pit into the bonfire, his gaze falling on the black mountain wind in the painting. "Black Wind" 。"Xinghua frowned, feigning displeasure: "You used a pseudonym..." 。"Lying only begets more lie...Qingyue asked in surprise when she saw the young man lost in thought.Wang Xuan pressed down the ripples in his heart, recalling the raised buttocks he had touched before. They were truly soft and elas...