C445 Chapter 445

When Jun Beilou carried Moh Yao back to his place, her face was already beet red. She looked like a flower scorched under a blazing sun—wilted, lifeless, barely hanging on.

Finally set down, Moh Yao sucked in air like she’d been underwater, gulping breath after breath. Then she looked at the man sitting nearby—silent, radiating a cold that seemed to drop the temperature in the room