Qian Chen suddenly grabbed the sword named Xu Xi and put it against Wan Shuang's heart. His pupils shrank and he choked out a sentence,
Said: "Ha... It's really you..." After hearing this, the woman in front of her slowly raised her hand to the side, and actually put her palm close to the blade. The woman raised her head to look at those dark eyes, and said with a chuckle: "The makeup is left under the bridge, the frosty face... The plum blossoms are old."
Mu Qianchen stiffened. . .
Intent: Romance