C1513 Imprisoned Dragons

Jiang Wuchen didn't think that she would be able to grasp this pair of tender and white hands that were so soft and soft, without any bones in them, after many years.

The small hands were slightly cold, Jiang Wuchen's palms were fiery hot, the temperature was transmitted through each other. He held it very carefully, only grabbing it gently, without making any other movements