The visitor was a woman, but she covered her face with white gauze, but Song Yan felt that the woman's age would not be too old, because he smelled a girl's body fragrance from the other side.

"Who are you?"

The man frowned, stared at the masked girl and asked, with a hint of vigilance in his eyes.

"You step aside so as not to hurt you by mistake."

The masked girl ignored the other side, but turned her head slightly and said to the Song inkstone in a tone of concealed arrogance and disdain.

Song Yan's speechless pout, the room has been laid down by him, not to mention...