C93 Warm the Bed of the Seventh Prince

His expression showed that he didn't believe me. He picked up the clothes in my hands and flew backwards. Coincidentally, his hand covered the head of that eunuch.

My hands are down, eyes to the nose, nose to the heart, a face of righteousness and danger.

He sheathed his sword and the cold aura approached me.

I flinched back. " I'm really lost. " I deepened my words with a guilty conscience