C13 Chapter 13

The weather was hot and humid, but before ten in the morning, the sweat was like a broken bead that flowed from his forehead all the way down to his neck. No matter how he wiped it, he could not wipe it dry. Yan Ruo felt like a fish that was slowly being dried by the wind, getting dried up bit by bit.

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He felt that it had been bad ever since he met Yan Moxiao. The man was like a plague