Beihu Mountain, Linglutai.

It was late at night, and darkness shrouded the heavens and the earth.

In addition to the sound of insects, the huge North Lake Mountain is only dead and silent.

"It's my turn." Chan Zhen walked into Zhao Po's room and said to Song Jue.

Song Jue looked at the sleeping Zhao Po and nodded reluctantly.

After Song Jue left, Chan Zhen sat on the side of Zhao Po's bed.

He leaned over and gently twisted Zhao Po's quilt. When he approached Zhao Po's face, he couldn't help but pause.

He watched greedily and obsessively.

Zhao Po's skin is extremely fair and delicate, and her eyelashes are thick and dark. She breathed shallowly, her eyelashes trembling slightly. The originally charming and seductive face was covered with a layer of weakness and sickness.

But this did not diminish Zhao Po's beauty in the slightest......

Help! I met the white cut black" Chapter 72 Transferring flowers and grafting trees, true or false Zhao Po is hitting in his hand, please wait a moment,

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