C1388 Han li's forty seven

He stepped forward and stood a few steps behind Lu Xicheng, his fists clenched tightly between his legs. His heart continuously tightened, as extreme fear and unease filled his heart.

She raised her eyes to look at his back, that kind of coldness that exuded an incomparably cold aura. At this moment, she didn't know what to say, and her heart was trembling violently