C141 Whose Leg Is Under the Table

This gentle voice. . .

Xia Bingqing and Xiao Yin turned around together.

A bright white face, a smile in her eyes, a graceful and elegant appearance, and skin like suet jade. There was not a single pore on her skin, a rose-colored lips, and hair that was jet black and soft. . . .

"Ah - -"

Almost at the same time