On the verge of widowhood

Bai Qing felt that although what she said was casual, the truth was very credible.

Subconsciously, she turned her head to look at the purple pearl on the tea table.

Bai Mudan tilted her head, raised a porcelain basin with her left hand and asked coquettishly, "Are you looking for this?"

Bai Qing frowned: "Put it down."

Bai Mudan's slender legs circled in mid-air and turned into Erlang's legs, looking at him with a smile.

"Why—didn't you always try to strangle him?"

Bai Qing stared at the porcelain basin that Bai Mudan was tossing up and down in his hand, while calculating the success rate of snatching something from a monster, at the same time, he took a few steps closer to Bai Mudan indifferently: "My own affairs always have to be done." do it yourself."