C62 Don't Use a Beauty Trap on Me

Ye Qingling.

Along with the appearance of Ye Qingling's figure in his heart, a crisp sound rang out in Qin Zhao's mind, like when an elevator arrives at the station. All the evil thoughts in his mind vanished like smoke in thin air, and his thoughts became refreshed in an instant. Qin Zhao cursed in his heart as he shook his head