The Seventh Miss, Di

When he thought of this, Ye Liuli's spine felt a chill again. Could there be... martial arts in this world,Under the crimson backdrop, her snow-white arms were tinged with a faint blush, inspiring endless fantasies.,"The King, of course, is good. It's just that he's tired," her voice was soft, but crisp like a yellow oriole singing, tender and gentle, "Since the King is asleep, let's discuss anything else tomorrow."。