C900 No900 You Are Not Qualified
Yu Xiyuan stood up and sighed. She dusted off the dust in her hands and turned around to look at Luo Zhanqing.
He stood there like a god, clean and clean.
Very strange.
This man was obviously rummaging through the place just now just like her. He didn't even let go of the tilted tree, so why was his body still so clean?
As for his own hands, they were already filthy beyond recognition