C167 Cardiac Depression

Fans the fan, looks forward to the rain, then, much cooler.

At night, the torrential rain indeed poured down, but on such a rainy night, if one was awoken by the sound of fighting, one would subconsciously embrace Jing Xun. The mustard foam brought a few palace maids with it as they walked in.

"Is it Qin Zhiqing?" She cautiously asked if that was the case. If it really was the case