The Imperial battleship's mast was two and a half masts high, with a white sail resting on the dark wooden floor.
Nate Ning no longer has to dream of completing the construction of half of the imperial battleship tonight.
He lay on the carpet, under Liam Liang, with his eyes half closed, lips pursed, legs wide open, his skin warm and soft. His pajamas were unbuttoned, his pants half-pulled down, hanging loosely on his bulging H!ps, and there were fresh red marks on his chest.
Liam Liang's nose was filled with the warm scent left by Nate Ning after bathing. He looked down at Nate Ning's almost muscular, yet smooth and white body.
"Don't look around." Ning Yi seemed to feel Liam Liang's gaze. He opened his eyes and waved his hand to cover Liam Liang's eyes, but was easily blocked by Liam Liang.
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