C1239 Wintertime to Sleep 314 Mistakenly Matchmaking Partner

The capital city in July was like a steamer placed on top of a bonfire.

When he arrived at his destination, his neck was already wet with sweat. However, his face, which had been washed by thin layer of sweat, was even more pale, and his lips that had not touched yet were as tender and tender as fresh petals that were viscous with dew. A few passersby couldn't help but take a few more glances