C322 Soup
"Gurgle..." Sima Qianqian's stomach couldn't help but rumble at Soong Fei's words.
In the dead of night, illuminated by the flickering flames, Sima Qianqian's beauty was mesmerizing...
Her allure was distinct from Su Weiwei's. If Su Weiwei was a delicate lotus, then she was a black rose stained with blood..
