In basement four.
Boxing King Potian sat on the ground with his legs straight and subconsciously covered his mouth. He didn't want this to happen again.
However, in Feng Qing's eyes, this action of him was like wiping away the lipstick on his lips. Feng Qing sat on the ground and snorted coldly. After this man wore a human skin mask, he wanted to keep a distance from her. However, after their mouths collided, he actually started to despise her?
Feng Qing puffed up her cheeks. When she treated the wound on his leg, she did it harder. Although the corners of his mouth twitched from the pain, he did not say a word and let Feng Qing torture his wound forcefully. He was already very happy to be able to find Feng Qing again this time. She could even tear him apart if this woman wanted to. Most importantly, he liked it when the woman was angry with him. As long as the woman was happy, she could do anything to him.
