C316 To Fall into the Hands of the Enemy

His eyes stared unblinkingly at Lin Xiaoxiao, his purplish-blue eyes like a mirror reflecting the sunlight, but the expression in them was extremely cold and fierce, like ice that had accumulated for tens of thousands of years, and his eyes shone with the golden crescent moon that was right in front of his eyes, which was teetering on the verge of collapse, looking extremely flirtatious