C54 Plundering dart

Little Miss Qin gently walked into his room with her skirt in her hands. Who knew how many times she had entered this room? That person had always been by her side, accompanying her the entire time, never appearing out of the ordinary. But this time everything felt different. She had never felt so nervous, her heart was shaking like a twig in a plum garden, trembling, trembling, fidgeting