C351 Mind

In the pitch black night, a cold wind blew with a hint of coldness.

Ling Yun'er lay down on the soft quilt. Her mind was filled with all sorts of complicated images. As it concerned her uncle's business and her cousin's marriage, her mood was inexplicably terrible.

Hee Hanyu's chest beside her was firm and warm. It was warm as she leaned against him, warm and firm