C327 Gift
"This time, I'm sure I've caught you, Miss Zhen Yi!"
That indifferent and frivolous voice contained some ridicule within it. In an instant, the entire interior of the hall had fallen into an unprecedented silence.
At this moment, Chu Hen was standing behind Zhen Yi, his palm holding onto the thorns made from Rune and pressing them against Zhen Yi's waist.
This sudden change was too fast