"If you keep talking, do you believe I'll stew you?" Xiao ran glared at him fiercely.
Yang Ping 'an looked up at the sky and then at the surrounding scenery, as if he had just said something? You must have heard wrong. I didn't say a word from the beginning to the end.
It stopped at Xiao Wu.
Looking at her up close, she was indeed very beautiful.
If the eldest princess's beauty could be said to be proud with maturity, cold with gentleness.
Then her beauty was like Ten Thousand Flowers blooming, the motherly model of the world, each and every move carried a great amorous feeling, and maturity had already seeped into her bones, becoming a part of her body.
Her coldness had become her outer shell, protecting her true thoughts.
If they were to be compared, they could only be said to be equally beautiful.
But their skin was very white.
He retracted his gaze.
Xiao ran took out the clear heart Sutra and started reading it seriously.
