C54

Inn

The oil lamps on the table flickered, and waiter poured some more oil into them.

Feng Ling Jue was holding a brush and drawing a picture.

Qing Yao lied on the table and looked. Looking at the handsome youth in the painting, she couldn't help but knit her brows, "This person ? Why does it look so familiar? "

"Really?"

Hearing this