The Peerless Little

There is no road in the mountain stream, thorns grow everywhere, but in a hidden place, there is a pond. The water here is warm in winter and cool in summer.,Amidst the shimmering ripples, Yang Cui's snow-white skin seemed to sway with the water.,Immediately, she stared at Zhang Dong for a long time, as if she wanted to etch his figure into her mind.。