C90 Relapse of Old Disease
An arm embraced Yun Qingrao's waist from the side. Gong Liuyu's gaze swept across her face, and the broken sword fell to the ground.
"Wang... "Your Highness?"
Yun Qingrao opened her eyes wide. When she saw Gong Liuyu's cold and devilish face, she calmed down a little.
He was simply a living Bodhisattva who was saving a life by saving a life.
Gong Liuyu lowered his head. He was expressionless