C391 Pregnancy

Yanzhi stared coldly at the face that was twisted with pain, "Are you going to say?"

Because the rouge had stuffed her mouth shut beforehand, Mu Qianxue was unable to make any sound. She could only shake her head and indicate that cold sweat flowed down her temples.

Yanzhi's gaze turned cold and the blood-stained dagger slowly slashed across Mu Qianxue's face, leaving behind a dark red mark