Qin Shuhan took a deep breath and exchanged his eyes silently with the cold arrogant wind, which sprayed the scald lotion he brought on a thin layer. Inevitably, he heard someone's scream which was more terrible than killing pigs.

"Ah! Good pain, brother Yuhan, you lied to me." Suddenly, the tingling sensation made Liang Ling shout out loud. Her head was also poked out from the bosom of the cold and arrogant wind. He grasped him tightly when she wanted to pull back her hand, so she could only complain about Qin Shuhan with tears in her eyes. What is called only a little pain? It's very painful or not,...