C64 This king's weight

Her black hair interweaved with each other, and her pair of deep eyes seemed to set off a violent storm, wanting to swallow Lin Chuyue whole.

Tightly holding onto Lin Chuyue's hands, Feng Yan looked at the stubborn woman below her, wanting to clearly see what she was thinking about.

"Lin Chuyue, this king has no weight in your heart."

The cold and furious aura burst out