The Seventh Miss, Di

Dongfang Lie narrowed his eyes, "This king imagined it beautifully. Let's make this skin into a war drum and send it to the frontline soldiers.",The door, Ye Liuli slumped against it helplessly, her eyes wide open, her face as pale as death.,Under the crimson backdrop, her snow-white arms were tinged with a faint blush, inspiring endless fantasies.。