C41 The Blazing Fire of Dry Firewood

Huo Qixiu's voice was too warm. Through the howling wind and rain, it was like a refreshing spring, bringing with it a tempting temperature.

"Huo Qixiu. . . " The stubborn tears in Zuo Shenshen's eyes suddenly burst.

The rainwater mixed with the delicate face fell down along with her face.

The originally taut string loosened and she forced herself to be strong for five years. At this moment