Li Yuanjing smiled slightly, then raised his head, turned around, and looked at her.

Her face was a little red, it was really like a hibiscus in clear water, very good.

Li Yuanjing felt a little strange about himself, he never cared about women's clothes and makeup, but every time he looked at Wang Yintong, he would always look at it from head to toe.

"What are you laughing at?" Wang Yintong felt very inexplicable.

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