C77 Glares

"Oh?" Yan Lichen looked at Chu Nianhe and asked unnaturally, "What did my wife say?"

Chu Nianhe gave Yan Lichen a thoughtful look, her delicate eyebrows tinged with a hint of interest. After a long while, the corner of her lips slightly lifted, her pink lips were as alluring as the peach blossoms of spring. "Princess Consort didn't say anything to Nianhe