C700 The Late Love Is Worse than Grass

Very obvious provocation.

Compared to Yung Lin's method just now, it didn't seem very brilliant.

Just when Gu Xiaye thought that Yung Yan would still be calm, she saw that Yung Yan's eyes were clearly drifting, as if he had thought of something.

Yung Lin's low and deep voice was like the whisper of a devil in the quiet air, luring people into the deep abyss of hell.

"If they knew the real you