C80

Mu Zichuan's skin was as smooth as jade, and her face was like a lotus flower. Luo Qingwan only thought of one word — white lotus!

Mu Zichuan lifted a cup of tea with her slender fingers and lightly poured the tea onto the teacup lid. She then took a sip.

"Senior Brother, are you really unable to think of what I came here for?"

Mo Lanji was too lazy to tell a riddle, at that moment