C162 White Lotus(5)

"Young Master An. . . " Lau Yiran called out in a weak voice. Her face was flushed red, making her pretty face look even more attractive. At this moment, Lau Yiran was facing Feng Yanlin. The darkness of the night made her skin even more white and smooth.

For some reason, Feng Yanlin blankly looked at her shy appearance and unexpectedly said the truth, "Yiran. .