The Prince and the D

Air flowed back into Nan Wan Yan's nostrils. She retched out a large pool of blood, then slumped against the edge of the bathtub, gasping for breath.,What kind of fetish does the original owner have To be in love with such a domestic abuser!,Looking at the dilapidated courtyard, completely uninhabitable, Nan Wanyin clenched her fists tightly.。