Yang Zhenshan's thoughts moved, stepping on the vines and rising to face Yu Qingyi.
"Hehe, little lady, not struggling anymore!"
He chuckled, reaching out to pinch Yu Qingyi's round cheek.
Yu Qingyi gave him a flirtatious eye roll, "I'm almost eighty, yet you call me little lady! Old thing, aren't you ashamed!"
Yang Zhenshan blinked, the vines around Yu Qingyi grew thinner but still tied her tightly.
Yu Qingyi was originally wearing a neat outfit, nothing special, but being bound like this revealed her slender figure.
If you calculate the age, Yu Qingyi is now seventy-seven years old, truly an old lady.
But the problem is Yu Qingyi still maintains the appearance of youthful beauty, even more beautiful than when Yang Zhenshan first saw her.
At first sight, Yu Qingyi wasn't a stunning woman, her round face and slightly plump figure made her look very agreeable.
