He picked up the cup, waved it on his nose, and sniffed it. Summer orange gave him a white look. Is it a dog? What does he smell? But there is no denying that his every move is noble and elegant like a king in a fairy tale.
"Come" Qin curtain touched the cup in front of her. "No," Xia Orange said angrily. "Where is the guest room? I want to have a rest." Qin Curtain shrugged and ... Read MoreRead More