C78 Envy

Xiao Mochen's thin lips tightly pursed, his beautiful eyebrows creased, and an icy chill wantonly flowed through his body. Yin Qiushui was so cautious that she thought that winter had arrived early, the chill in her throat choked and she couldn't help but take in a deep breath.

If only it was summer now, Yin Qiushui thought to herself. With Xiao Mochen, this moving iceberg