The young man's figure stretched very long under the moonlight,
He leaned against the tall tree,
Let the evening wind blow his flaxen hair wantonly,
His seductive eyes were directed towards Yin Ran, who was only two steps away in front of him.
The corners of his mouth raised slightly,
A hint of enchantment bloomed on her lips. . .
Simple existence is always better than gorgeous imagination,
dye her,
He would never give Qin Yao a chance to get close to her.