C90 I can't control it anymore
The cool breeze slid down his back and made him feel extremely cool. He stared at the woman who was about to fall asleep. His thin lips slightly curled up as he kissed the beads of sweat on her small face.
Gu Qing frowned and tried to open her eyes. She said tiredly, "Mo, I'm a little cold. Can you carry me to my bed?"
Gu Qing was like a kitten, cutely held in Sorrowless' arms