C22 Doll

"Sister Xiao Die, what's going on?" Ye Long reacted quickly and staggered a few steps, taking advantage of the moment to hold on to Xiao Die's waist tightly.

She snuck into Ye Long's arms like a frightened kitten, lowered her head and shyly said, "There's... "Someone …"

"Nonsense." Ye Long twitched his mouth and pointed, "That's a fake. It's a work of art."

"Art?"

Die looked up with suspicion