C77 I will wait for you

As his palm was grasped by an ice-cold hand, Mo Xian suddenly came to his senses. A wave of heat rose from his cheeks, but he was still unwilling to let go.

The man's hands were wide and rough, and even though they were slightly cold, they were still full of security.

In the end, Qi Huaizhao took the initiative to retract it, "It's good that you're fine. Do you want to go back