Chapter 1029: Storm

round Zhao Qinglan's snowy and slender neck. His fingers wound around a strand of loose black hair, looking at Zhao Qinglan and smiling: "It's not entirely true. I said outside the palace before, afte...acherous" words had come from the mouth of a renowned sage.It is evident that if anyone other than Dàntái Jìngzhī had proposed this motion today, they would have been drowned in the saliva of these ci...