C227 The Beautiful Southern Young Marshal
Lu Yuanjing thought that maybe when he returned to the South, he could bring back an interesting toy, making future days less boring.
Suddenly, Lu Yuanjing lowered his gun.
Ye Yuvyuv's slender fingers, which had been gripping the barrel, relaxed slightly. She was puzzled, quickly wondering why Lu Yuanjing had decided to put the gun away
