Misty Cloud Translations

  Misty Cloud Translations

  When they saw the person sleeping on the crystal bed, everyone was speechless.

  “Ba Jia Zi, carry You Yue back.” Hua Jing said.

  The King’s woman, they dared not to touch. Little Seven’s body was too small too, so Ba Jia Zi was the only one suitable.

  “Just carry her to the stone stage.” Little Seven said, “If you carry her back, she’ll still need to return again tomorrow. It’ll be more convenient here.”

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