C232 Ruan Xihan a Pseudolethargy

The white shirt accentuated the sharp lines of Jin Yan Chen's face, the muscles on his strong upper body tensed up, and his tie was ripped off long ago and thrown to the side. He stretched out his strong and trembling large palm and carefully covered Ruan Xi Han's face, pushing aside the hair on both sides of her face, completely covering it.

However, her face was ice-cold and without any warmth