C169 Emotional Dystocia

Zhu Zimo hugged her shoulders, shivering from the cold. Hearing his words, she hurriedly responded and took his hand.

There was also a smoky smell on his clothes. Because it was dry grass, there was a smell of grass on the tip of his nose. Plus, he had just been roasted, so after putting it on, it was unusually warm.

She wanted to tell Mo Yuntian her real identity