!In the temple hall, a master in monk's robes, seated cross-legged, raised his eyes to glance at Shen Mengchen and then slowly lowered his head again!"Master, how much is one divination I'd like to ha..."Autumn Chrysanthemum Sister, how do I feel like someone has been to this hot spring" Han Qing'er frowned: "It seems like there is the presence of Chen Ping's aura."

Autumn Chrysanthemum, seeing this, giggled: "Miss, don't joke around. How could anyone come here Even if someone did, it wouldn't be Chen Ping. I think since you came back, you've been deliberately mentioning Chen Ping. Could it be that you like him"

"You must remember, he's just an ordinary mortal from the mundane world. How could he possibly be worthy of you Besides, you and Master Lü are already betrothed. Stop daydreaming."istened to a daze, not knowing what Humazi was talking about!But soon, Chen Ping heard it and was speechless. This guy was practically dead and still thinking about the woman's white thighs just now!B...