Jiang Yao rubbed her sore temples and watched the barrage floated over the head of the suit thug in front of her: "You little fool, do you really think I can't smell the blood of the wolf bride?" Du Yichen crushed the eighth bug, his Adam's apple rolled and pressed down his fangs - the whole city was betting on when he would tear this substitute apart, but the Wolf King leaned over and pinched the waist of the clerk: "How many people's hearts have you peeked at today, madam?"
The punishment is due. "
Intention: love