C314 Chapter 314

Jun Beilou stared at Moh Yao, who was still soaked to the bone, the corner of his mouth curling into a dangerously charming smile. “What, you want me to come down there and carry you?”

Rain hammered down in sheets. The wind was brutal. Standing outside really was freezing—bone-deep cold.

After a long moment, Moh Yao finally snapped out of it. Her voice came out rough, like rusty wire scraping