C2341 Cold Blood

Zhen Ying held Yang Ping's arm. Her face had a blissful expression, like a newly married woman who had found a happy place to belong. Yang Ping did not have the time to care about it. He gave his address and closed his eyes to rest.

"Yang Ping, I'm really 18 years old." Zhen Ying shook Yang Ping and giggled, "Master said that I, 18 years old