Misty Cloud Translations

  Misty Cloud Translations

  Once Sima You Yue returned home, she saw an unknown male sitting in the house. Little Seven was sitting, bored, by the side sleeping.

  “Your new look isn’t bad.” She walked over and stretched out a hand to mess with his face, “No human mask?”


  Wu Lingyu enjoyed the way she messed with him, “A human mask is too easily recognised.”


  “Then you changed your look? How did you do it?” You Yue released him and sa..