C91 Chapter 91 24 twenty-three?

Before long, Nan Gong Ling Yun was already right in front of him.

Su Xia Yue pretended not to recognize him, and covered his mouth with his hand, and asked indifferently: What's the matter?

Under Nan Gong Ling Yun's silver mask, her beautiful light red lips curled up evilly. She reached out her hand to hook Su Xia Yue's round chin and teasingly replied.

"Young lady, you look like a painting