C1608 Happiness as a Push for the Small Autumn Mist
Mu Qinghan was caught off guard by Ling Jingyuan's loving gaze as she foolishly looked at him. Even though she was standing at the side, she could still feel the scorching heat in Ling Jingyuan's gaze.
There was no need to even mention how the person in question would bend over. He felt that Ling Jingyuan's gaze was like two balls of fireballs shining down on his body. She lightly coughed twice
