[Ying Zheng + Dahan Emperor] Golden House

His throat rolled dryly, sweat broke out on his forehead, and the speed of holding Ying Zheng's hand increased.

"Ok!"

A single sound came out of Ying Zheng's shocked throat, his whole body tensed up, his back straightened, he was so stiff that he couldn't move, he could feel the stickiness on his hands, Liu Che took a deep breath at this moment, and seemed to be relieved after he was relieved. Slightly satisfied, he let go of Ying Zheng's hand.