C652 A Martial Artist of the Xiantian Realm(1)

Ye Chuxue's clothes had been smelled by the fragrance of the medicinal herbs that could calm the nerves.

As a doctor, he was always accompanied by medicinal herbs, so he would always have a little smell on his body.

Under the effect of the calming fragrance, Miss Xiaomei closed her eyes. As a young girl who had experienced so many things in a single day, she was already exhausted