n's arms. Jiang Chen took her to the master bedroom, covered her with quilts, and went on when he came back.it was 11:00 in the evening, when the bottle of wine had bottomed out, and Jiang Chen drank...is movements are sharp and spicy, and he doesn't even look at them. All reactions are based on instinct, instincts trained from a hail of bullets.his cold smell of bloodlust is heavier than those bast...