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
