C182 Entering the Capital

An hour passed.

Zhao Xueyin started to feel bashful, and in the end, completely let go of her hold.

As if the yellow hair in front of her didn't exist, she laughed madly at the camera.

I am satisfied with this result.

Finished, I stretched lazily and got off the bed to put on my clothes. Even though my pants were cut by Zuo Yin's sword, I could only wear it like this.

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