C611 This Is Illusory Demonshine You're Qin Zhao

A face, a face that had appeared in his dreams more than fourteen hundred times in a row, with a sly smile in the light of the western sun, a pair of eyes that had been deliberately coiled into those of a standard pervert, was staring at Yao Di's chest, its tongue sticking out and licking its lips in a way that was as flippant as it could be, making one want to punch him in the nose