Mu Jiyun felt that the atmosphere was a little too tense. He held his fist against his thin lips and coughed softly. Let's go ahead and talk about it. You want to stand at the door and dry yourself." Wrinkled the thick eyebrows of the sword, Prince Mu first stepped inside the door, he was really afraid of the heat ah!

A group of people quickly walked in, handsome appearance, beautiful face inevitably attracted the attention of the public, Mu Jiyun found a window seat, legs elegantly overlapped, and did not intentionally greet anyone.

Shangguan Chuchu glanced obliquely at Ouyang Yiyi and deliberately sat beside Mu Jiyun. Don't think she...