C35 Obedient child

Three months of cool breeze carried a faint fragrance of flowers. Luo Yi looked at the child in front of him, her hair fluttering between her brows.

Chen Liyi was bewitched for a moment, his brain was not enough, but it was difficult for him to still be concerned about his own identity at this time. Even if he was not straight, he still looked back at his bravely, and raised his little head