C50 I'm Tired of Living

"Sister, what are you doing?"

The voice was very ordinary.

However, the coldness in the voice was like a cold steel plate being soaked in cold water.

Even though it was extremely far away, the chilling coldness was extremely thorny.

Under the moonlight, the young men and women were chasing after the beautiful scene of frolicking. Just like that, they were broken by Feng Ming's cold question