C870 Chapter 870

After Gui Gulan finished everything, a campfire had somehow already been lit nearby. A pair of long, strong hands with prominent knuckles skewered chunks of meat one by one, the movements smooth and practiced, like he’d done it a thousand times. A voice drifted into Gui Gulan’s heart:

The rich, steady voice was gentle, laced with indulgent warmth. Gui Gulan smiled