The Seventh Miss, Di

Soon, it stopped. Ye Liu Li let out a breath, carefully putting the man down, and started looking for the medicine box.,As Ye Liuli was preparing medicine for the disabled man, she heard voices coming from outside.,"The King, of course, is good. It's just that he's tired," her voice was soft, but crisp like a yellow oriole singing, tender and gentle, "Since the King is asleep, let's discuss anything else tomorrow."。