Seeing him smiling at him, Mo Chen instantly lowered his head, and his face turned even redder again.

At the end of spring, there is a faint floral fragrance in the air.

In the bedroom.

Wei Shikuan had already taken off his coat, only wearing a snow-white shirt, and sat lazily on the soft couch in front of the window.

"Little prince, please use it." Mo Chen brought the chicken soup to the small table.

"You sit too......

Chapter 65 The slave can be in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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