C2737 Play with Fire

Hot. He wanted nothing more than to bury Yang Ping. The cold and hot air kept attacking his consciousness and soul. Yang Ping couldn't breathe, but he was enjoying it.

The lotus flowers by the side of the field moved with the wind. The stamens of the lotus flowers swallowed the sunlight and rain. The lotus leaves drifted in the air, swaying crazily to their heart's content