C111

"Bring the south wind here, I'll go take a look." Since the Southern Wind was rare, Feng Xian naturally had to meet it. When Feng Xian got up and walked out of the room, Chang Feng was behind her. He whispered, "This turtle of yours is so ugly, who is he drawing?"

Ming You bit her lips. "Septimus [1] ah ~"

Chang Feng staggered in fright, almost falling to the ground