The Seventh Miss, Di

A cold male voice echoed out, its tone as if frozen, carrying a chill and an air of killing intent.,But seeing, the bedroom was deep, with a rosewood carved bed, and crimson sheets embroidered with mandarin ducks were spread down, one white slender arm emerged.,Sun Dazhu swallowed hard, and Gu Lanxi only then realized something was wrong. She pushed Sun Dazhu and the others out, and she herself turned her head to avoid looking directly at him.。