Liancheng Yazhi's face was burning with anger, and he looked like he wanted to kill and set fire to it, which really frightened Rong Yan.
She was so scared that she didn't dare to say anything. She reached out to pull Liancheng Yazhi."big brother, what happened to yingluo?"
Liancheng Yazhi turned to look at Rong Yan. Under the moonlight, the young girl's face was no longer as shy as it had been two years ago. Although it was still very tender, there was already a faint charm unique to women.
Rong Yan had been carefully raised for two years, and her figure already had a small curve. The flower bud on her chest was like a fragrant flower pistil in the morning of spring.
Liancheng Yazhi suddenly realized that his girl was still growing up quietly.
Liancheng Yazhi suppressed his anger. He didn't want to scare Rong Yan.