Chapter 390 I'm late

this is a beautiful woman to the extreme.

she has a graceful figure, graceful curve, eyes like autumn water, elegant like a startling goose, light like a flash of light.

the white dress moves with the wind, like the fairy of Guanghan who doesn't eat fireworks.

Ye Rou looks at Ye Qingyun and makes a surprise sound. But she sees that the latter is seriously injured. Her face changes abruptly, and she runs over!

"brother Ye!"

sweet and natural sounds echoed in the leaves and clouds. How many years has he not heard that?

is still the familiar voice, still the familiar person.

a smile appeared...