Qi Yuan put on his clothes and said to Murong Jin without any misunderstanding. "Great Xia, you can go back."

her face was a little red, but it was covered by the mask she just put on.

when Qi Yuan turned his head, he saw a handsome man with a mask facing him. Suddenly, there was a trace of displeasure. He reached out and took off the mask on Qi Yuan's face. Although Qi Yuan found the meaning of Murong Jin, compared with the action, Qi Yuan was certainly faster than Murong Jin, and the mask fell into Murong Jin's hands without any doubt.

"that's better." When the mask came...