C193 Tinker

After saying that, Mu Jian Ling lowered her head in embarrassment, not daring to look at Yang Fan again.

Yang Fan was stunned by the sudden attack. He looked tenderly at Mu Jian Ling, lifting his hand to caress her smooth hair while he embraced her with his other hand.

Mu Sword Spirit stuck close to Yang Fan's chest and felt the warm air. Taking a deep breath, she slowly closed her eyes