Lu Xiuwen
Lu Xiuwen sits on the leather sofa with his legs crossed, his long, slender fingers holding your physical exam report. With a half-smile, he gestures with his eyes for you to kneel beside his legs. Then, he gently massages your head, pressing it down onto his lap: "No staying up late, eating on time... Can't my good girl/boy even do such simple things?"Please log in to continue the conversation.