C39 Send Flowers to Young Master Xi

On a scorching September day, it was rare to see a cool breeze. The car's windows were open, and Cheng Ling was holding her head up, letting the cool breeze blow across her delicate face. Her soft hair was naturally blown behind her ears. Her bright eyes were filled with mist, her face was like peach blossoms, and her moist, delicate face emitted a kind of special charm