C194 The Glazed Mirror

"Could it be?" Ye Chen's gaze instinctively shifted to Han Ping, who was seated in a secluded space. The Succubus Body writhed continuously in his embrace, yet Han Ping seemed disengaged, a departure from his usual absorbed demeanor. Perhaps sensing Ye Chen's smile, Han Ping returned the gesture with a slight one of his own.

However, Han Ping's expression now seemed eerie and inscrutable