belly

Yan Zhibei's cold sweat kept coming out of his forehead, and fell down his cheeks onto the table. He didn't dare to move, with a forced smile on his face, and he looked at Ning Qi from the corner of his eyes.

"Hehe, living people, I remember that I have never invited you this time. Who are you who dare to talk nonsense on my wedding? You can't find death."