The Seventh Miss, Di

Ye Liuli's brain went blank, her limbs turned limp, and she collapsed. Yet, there was a faint scent of blood stinging her nostrils.,One could see a man in a black satin robe lying on the ground. Although he was disheveled, one had to admit that the man had an excellent physique.,Ye Liuli Zhou is not only but also sweats, not knowing whether to rejoice or lament.。