C113 Epilepsy Patient

At the entrance of the banquet, Duan Linxi came in a dusty manner. When he heard someone's words, he stopped in his tracks. Finally, he looked at the little girl with some heartache.

Under the bright light, Wen Anran drank a little wine. Her cheeks were red as if they had been smeared with rouge. Her cherry lips were like cherries, full of temptation