Chapter 61

the ground without warning.But the bowl in his hand smashed against the wall, and shards flew, grazing Rong Zhaonan's cheek.Seeing blood seeping from his cheeks, Ning Yuan angrily turned to glare at... Don't argue with her."The night wind blew in, carrying the scent of plants, passing over Ning Yuan's damp hair as wet as seaweed.Her teenage girl's scent of fresh, clean musk after a bath wafted into...