C417 Ships Full of Clear Dreams and Pressuring Galaxies 5

Later in the evening, Xiaoqing's voice could be heard from outside the door, "Young Master Xinghe, it's time to eat."

Then, the same pale hand.

Gu Bai looked carefully. It was unknown what dye was used to dye the fingernails. The bright red color was like the blossoming of peach blossoms.

It was easy to recall yesterday's spicy stir-fry plate.

Besides