C335 His Gift

Every single flower was raising their delicate beauty. Luo Xiaonuan slightly closed her eyes and breathed in lightly. At that moment, the only fragrance in the air was the fragrance brought by the Rose Flower.

Looking at the smile that gradually emerged on Luo Xiaonuan's face, Yann Haoshen couldn't help but take a sip of the water like a dragonfly touching the water