Ji qinglin didn't let go of Fu min's hand, but Fu min kept pushing him. The two of them writhed and writhed until they were almost twisted into a fried dough twist.
Suddenly, a white-robed figure pounced on them.
He looked at Ji qinglin.
The young man in red's eyelids twitched and he quickly dodged to the side, not letting the other party pounce on him. He even changed the hand he was holding on to.
Fu Shang was speechless.
The White-clothed girl who had missed was speechless.
Fu min looked up and saw a very beautiful girl in a spotless white dress. She looked like a fairy, just like the legendary 'White Lotus'.
She was pure, beautiful, and not pretentious.
At this moment, the girl looked at Ji qinglin resentfully. She raised her sleeve to cover half of her face and said in a soft voice, ""Why is young master so heartless? I ... Shua shua shua ..."
Fu Shang almost burst out laughing.
Why was this woman crying so demonic?
"Move," Ji qinglin said.
