Rustle...
The autumn wind blew wantonly, the fallen leaves descended endlessly from the sky and landed on the ground, rendering the already picturesque Gallery of Shili even more beautiful.
Fang Yang held the shackles and gave them a gentle shake, making them emit a crisp sound.
Looking at Wen Chanyi lying on the ground in a posture suggesting she could be taken at will, Fang Yang's gaze deepened considerably as he looked at the woman before him.
Even as he had wandered through countless flowers, he still had to remark that Wen Chanyi really knew how to play the game and was indeed very bold.
This was not the modern society. The customs of the world today were not so open, not so fancy and flamboyant.
This incredibly beautiful woman before him could be so avant-garde and even carried out her intentions in action, something that even he couldn't help but admire.
