C352 "Hehehe, those who come to my door, hehehe …"

After an unknown period of time, the two separated with great tacit understanding.

The atmosphere was filled with a pink bubble and was extremely ambiguous.

Murong Yu held onto Mo Xiyan's hand, and said hoarsely, "I'll send you back."

His voice was light, but it carried a sense of oppression, as if something extraordinary was about to erupt from the depths of his heart