Chapter 1842: Explosion

celain-like skin, as white as condensed milk, was exposed in the carriage. A faint fragrance wafted up, painting a silhouette of white and delicate pink.He lowered his head and buried it in Jin Xueya...d.Liu Sichun hesitated, just about to speak, when that Tong shopkeeper, somehow, roared out of his throat, "You can't take responsibility for this! If you really reveal that name, you'll all be dead!"...