C145 This king can bring you
The low voice was as enchanting as the siren's song. Murong Ling seemed to be bewitched, as she looked at the young man uncontrollably, his gaze lingering over the young man's grave and stern face. Finally, the sound hit his deep eyes, and her heart skipped a beat.
Her head was in a mess as she randomly tried to find a topic to talk, "Oh right