C851 Oculus!
An Xia'er's face was pale.
Nangong Yan reached out his hand, and An Xia's shoulder trembled even more. Nangong Yan's hand paused in midair for a moment, and then gently tidied up her clothes, "There's no rush, we have plenty of time. Next time, we'll find a better atmosphere and let you become mine."
"Why?" Anxia's tears rolled down her face
