The effect of the medicine came on very quickly, and Huo Qingtian's pale and handsome face was dyed with a layer of red clouds at this time.

The cold eyes were covered with lust and stared directly at Song Weiqing.

Song Weiqing can feel the change of Huo Ching-tian. People with strong willpower can't resist the effect, let alone people like Huo Ching-tian who can't wrongfully inflict themselves.

"Optimum Sky."

Song Weiqing was wearing a thin silk dress, with a well-tailored silk texture attached to his skin, outlining a plump figure.

She dropped her shoulders slightly, the sling on her shoulder slipped on her arm, and the green silk fell...