It was a hand white with cold, stretching out from the white snow, holding the hem of Xin Su's clothes.
What would he say? Is it a romantic and tender love story? Is it a fragile and pitiful begging? Or is it the words of a succubus that succumbs to temptation?
Xin Su looked at him expectantly, her red lips slightly opened under his burning gaze, and sneezed crisply.
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