C116 Whom Do You Want to Marry

Mian Xing looked at Chiang Luoyu, who was leaning on the soft couch with his face as white as a lotus flower emerging from the water. His black hair fell down to his temples, and the light in his eyes was cold and indifferent, as if he was intimidated by him. After a long while, he finally came back to his senses and hurriedly reported in a low voice