C508 Where the Hell Is Zhao Jin

The beaded curtain hung low and the incense lingered in his nostrils.

"Cough cough …" Su Zhi opened her eyes because of the irritating smell.

The head is mandarin ducks and ducks play water, the curved hook of the bronze carved flower.

Outside the tent was a fine set of mahogany furniture, and the floor was covered with a red carpet.

Everything was so unfamiliar. She somersaulted up