C138 I like your Golden Step.

I like your Golden Walk.

Ban Xia noticed that her bun was obviously not messy at all. Her slightly curled hair on the first floor could still be considered to be smooth, but she was obviously stroking it non-stop. What did this mean?

This small action had already revealed the panic and helplessness in the man's heart.

Looking up, Ban Xia saw the headdress on Empress Dowager Xi's head