C78 Little White Lotus

Lu Anan was stunned. A picture of Tang Jiasheng, who was always smiling, immediately appeared in her mind.

His jade-like face, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows when he smiled, were so clean. But every time Lu Anan thought about it, there was an inexplicable chill that ran out from under her feet and spread to all her limbs and bones.

Even though she had never seen him in person