C111 Trouble Was Approaching

Pi Luoluo slightly adjusted her lying position and laid flat in Shen Yurong's arms.

As for her jet black hair that was like a waterfall, because of her posture, it instantly poured down. It had a kind of smooth and soft charm, simple and natural.

Especially when her exquisite little face contained a wisp of a lazy smile, and it carried a rather charming feeling. "Just now