C188 White Lotus(31)

"Sigh. . . " Yaen Wushuang rested her chin on the table and held the stove with both hands. She, who had always been the most lively, was currently pouting and pouting listlessly. She looked at the silent Feng Yanlin and then at the cold Qin Jiushi and sighed again, "Sigh. . . "

After countless times of sighing, Feng Yanlin finally could not help but want to ask Yaen Wushuang