chapter 143 Dust-Cutting

Late at night, Samsara Peak, front mountain, and stone pavilion.

After a long period of silence, Harrison Ye did not know when, but he shamelessly sat on the bench next to Harper Yun. He was only two or three feet away from Harper Yun. The aura emanating from Harper Yun A faint aroma.

It didn't seem to be the scent of rouge and gouache, but the light body fragrance that women are born with. It made someone's heart flutter slightly, as if he had forgotten the deep hatred...