C433 Blaspheme Luo Yao

However, it was already too late. After Zhang Muye finished drinking, Luo Yao reached out her hand. Unexpectedly, because of her momentum and her smooth right foot, she blocked the space that Zhang Muye should have been able to react to, the two of them could not stand stably. Their bodies immediately leaned towards the carpet floor.

Luo Yao's long black hair scattered under the sunlight