The Seventh Miss, Di

A cold male voice echoed out, its tone as if frozen, carrying a chill and an air of killing intent.,Soon, it stopped. Ye Liu Li let out a breath, carefully putting the man down, and started looking for the medicine box.,"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"。