muscles and bones relaxed completely.His back leaned against Jiang Shengyi's delicate body.Jiang Shengyi wore only a close-fitting chemise, soaked in water mist, outlining her hazy and beautiful curv...Lan Qingya was dumbfounded, completely dumbfounded.

She covered her burning cheek with her hand, staring at Jun with disbelief.

Jun brandished his sword, his face dark and grim, with a cold glint in his eyes.

"Sword-wielding young master, you hit me" Lan Qingya said incredulously.

Feeling her cheeks swelling gradually, Lan Qingya felt as if she were dreaming.