The Seventh Miss, Di

When he thought of this, Ye Liuli's spine felt a chill again. Could there be... martial arts in this world,"After the wedding night Sun Dazhu, are you truly stupid or feigned stupidity" Gu Junshi lowered his voice. "You know Wang Ye's situation, can he consummate the marriage",As fresh air flowed into the room, a heavy stench also wafted out from under the door.。