Under the dim yellow light of the bedroom, a quiet atmosphere pervaded, and Lu Xiaoyou and Long Xiliang sat on the bed, inexplicably creating a sense of an old married couple.
Long Xiliang was wearing a black sleepwear with gold trim, with a dark pattern that, upon closer inspection, was dragon-shaped. This sleepwear exuded a regal and imperial aura.
However, the first button, and the second button of the sleepwear were not fastened, and the dim light outlined his delicate collarbone and his strong chest muscles.
He emitted a scent of hormones, not as intense as Long Zeye's, yet very alluring.
After hearing Lu Xiaoyou's words, Long Xiliang's expression visibly darkened.
Long Xingkui loves him.
This kind of emotion is so disgusting.
He had never thought about it before, how could such a revolting idea spontaneously emerge from his mind.
