Moon smiled softly. It’s good that you can resist the 553 Beamont beasts. I not only don’t want you to be a black narcissus, but I will marry you. The last sentence of Moon is very small. Her face is already flushed, but she wears a black cloth and others can’t see it.
Ye Feng just wanted to go back to the moon, but a sound beat her to it. Who wants you...