The corners of Wang Yuexiu's lips were soft and slightly cool, fragrant with a scene belonging to the flavor of blood, like rose petals stained with blood.

The wind and rain ravaged Imperial Soldier Mountain.

Wang Yue pupil's eyes widened as she watched Li Tianlan wrap himself in his arms around her waist.

His palms were constantly hard, hot and warm.

Feeling each other's breath, Wang Yuexi's long eyelashes fluttered and eventually closed her eyes, reaching out to ...