C19 Cold Night Your Heart Is in a Mess

Qiao Xinxian's elegant figure was like a rainbow. Even though he was swallowing noodles, his movements were elegant. His rose colored lips were stained with the red oil of Sichuan Cuisine. It was tender and tender. It was even more obvious that his fair skin was even more delicate than a woman's.

Ignoring the gazes of others who were staring at him