C59 Qing Yun's Three Sworn Brothers

Murong Xue's face was like a ripe apple, pink and rosy. Her slender fingers were tightly clenched on the light green Rosa dress.

"Snow!" Xu Yi's lips curled up high as he called out softly. He placed his hands on Murong Xue's fragrant shoulders.

"Yi, what are you doing?" Murong Xue's body trembled slightly. She lowered her head deeply and did not dare to look directly at Xu Yi