C30 Master's bamboo house shiyan qingjun(8)

Yun Duan stretched out her hand again, and her small hand directly held onto the man's hand, blocking his gaze as he looked at the tea cup. "Say something!"

Siyan Qingjun helplessly looked at the small hand in front of him. It was a bit cold, and his fingers were slender and sleek, but not delicate.

"I already told you the answer!" She took her hand away from Yun Duan's and said