C464 Foxhodin

Mu Ziqi's callused fingers traced her smooth skin, causing her to shudder. She suddenly felt empty, as if something was missing.

"Brother Yuan An ?" Mu Ziqi leaned against Cui Yian's chest as she called out in discomfort. Her slender fingers obediently dug into Cui Yian's shirt, slowly teasing him.

Mu Ziqi's hands were icy cold, which was a huge contrast to Cui Yian's fiery body