Wen Jiujiu looked at him stupidly, seeing his eyelashes gently closing and closing his eyes. Suddenly, four lips touched each other, and the two kissed each other...

"My lord, is this Chao Fei dead like this?"

A lean middle-aged man who looked like a scribe was half-hunched over. Sitting next to him was a man with a long face and a beautiful beard. He looked to be about forty years old, with a strong build and a good appearance. He was twirling his beard with two fingers.
Chapter completed!