C813 War Lord Has the Disease I Have the Medicine 3

Su Daji stretched out her hand and used her jade-white fingers to stroke the horsewhip by her cheek.

The whip was black and rough, accentuating her hands, which were as delicate as Western antiquities.

Zhan Beicheng was dazed by her soft and weak hand.

After a moment, the sneer and disdain in his eyes deepened. He thought, as expected of the famous chief