Sixty-one

a target.It's more accurate to say it's a target than an idol."You flatter me," Han Bi smiled softly. Ye Fei's gaze lingered on her, his eyes like a pool of autumn water, warm yet carrying a hint of c...Fang Jiaqi tugged at Zhuque's hand, signaling her to stop talking. She didn't want to provoke Mo Yao either. She whispered in Zhuque's ear, "Let's go."m.But she didn't say anything else, besides greeting him normally. This made Ye Fei-Mo very angry.Doesn't this little shrew care at allBut Cai Xiaojing was puzzled. What on earth was going onHold on w...