The wife of a promin

The man who came rushing in was like a piece of white jade, wearing a loose ice-purple silk robe that barely contained his clearly defined chest.,"Yè Jiǔliáng, do you know I didn't return until three in the morning last night" He held back the surging power within him, asking word by word.,Upon hearing this, Ji Mingqian's eyes lit up. He quickly hid the small porcelain bottle in his pocket.。