C3167 Flowing Water in the Dead of Spring

Zhu Xi did not dare to turn around, and upon hearing that familiar voice, she could not believe it. Her heart was thumping hard, and she was inwardly furious, why did he not appear earlier but instead appear late?

That voice was very magnetic and belonged solely to Yang Ping. Zhu Xi would never forget it even in her dreams.

She just wanted to find a hole and hide in it