chapter 170 The finishing touch

However, what Han Kesong didn't expect was that in his imagination, he grabbed the other person's head domineeringly and pressed it on the aunt's towel in front of the table, showing that he was a man. He didn't even touch a hair of the other person. It went black, then there was a crisp sound, a burning pain in the cheek, and a disgusting smell of blood rushed into the nose.

Han Kesong awkwardly grabbed the thing that was covering his eyes, and when he took a closer look, he almost...