is every gesture. All his elegance, grace, and composure were now veiled with a layer of indifference: "Smith."Smith bowed. "Yes, Master," he said.Smith went away.Pei Sannan was looking at him, but Ni...Ning Shu's brain felt a bit dizzy.

When I heard this, my mind went blank.

How could Yang Gong know that he was an oega.

The middle-aged man sighed wistfully, his eyes lingering on the omega whose entire being reeked of milky pheromones.

The more Yang Gong thought about it, the more excited he became, especially since he had already figured out how to pin this slender and handsome young man beneath him and then permanently mark him. cuter. Han Xi's breathing is slightly shallow, he lowers his head.Then she put the souvenir away.This thing, carried by this person for a year or two, he doesn't know how many times the other party t...