Shi qinglan, I am qingyue!

Jian shutong's eyes froze for a moment.

She sized up Shi qinglan with a slight frown and saw that the girl's exquisite face was as fair as snow. At that moment, she was smiling at her like a flower, and her eyes were full of magnanimity.

"You said you're qingyue?" Jian shutong said with a mocking smile.

Shi qinglan raised the corner of her eyes lazily and charmingly. Her clear and charming eyes were a little enchanting. I may have to disappoint miss Jian, your so-called mistress ... It just so happens to be me. "

"I'm qingyue!" Her red lips parted slightly, and her clear voice was like a stream of water and bluestone, her words crisp and clear.

Jian shutong's pupils contracted, and she suddenly felt her scalp go numb.

Even though he felt that this matter was extremely unbelievable, when he looked into Shi qinglan's eyes, he could see the determination and determination in her eyes. He could not see any trace of guilt at all.