He bowed his head, and his resolute brow was almost close to her, so close to her, she could clearly feel the intense cold on his cheek --

"I don't think I'll be a strong type..."

Nangong lie's lips are tickled, and the smile lines without emotion are reflected in her beautiful eyes. Her hands are slowly upward, touching her too white and delicate cheek: "what type do you think I would like?"

as if it was a dangerous radiation intrusion, the eyes suddenly widened in cold and sunny days, and the bright cheeks became transparent at the next moment.

if the redness under the medicine disappears completely and is...