C180 The Dead Daoist Is My Humble Daoist

"That won't do. What would you do if I died?" Yan Feibai said, placing her hand on his chest again, gazing at Qin Manrong with deep affection, his eyes full of mischief.

Wow, he really is a charmer!

Qin Manrong's face flushed instantly. She instinctively avoided Yan Feibai's gaze, unable to meet his eyes. "Aren't you going back? Little Bean might call me again."

"No rush