Chapter 676: Backhand

The snow-white snow and ghastly white sails, pale yellow paper money fluttering in the wind.A procession of mourners set off, at the head were eight young boys shouldering a banner inscribed with "sou...e that was empty, lifted up and gently rubbed Zhao Qinglan's soft, smooth cheek with the back of his palm.The subtle touch allowed Li Chen to easily feel the delicate skin of the woman beneath him. Wh...