C323 Your Wife's Name Is Ye Qingling

If the mischievous mischievous child were to point a pen at a lot of ink on a piece of white silk, wouldn't it be a pity to see this piece of white silk stained with ink?

Yes.

Qin Zhao lifted up the blanket. When he saw the bruises on Su Ning's skin that was whiter than white satin, he couldn't help but tremble violently. Especially when he saw her curled up on her side, trembling slightly