C47 Memories

It's cold in the throat, and it doesn't sound easy to mess with.

Si Yan shrunk his neck. "Actually, it's nothing much, just a little warm."

Soong Yunran wanted to rush over and give him a hand knife to slap and say something. She endured her temper and gritted her teeth. "Speak!"

"Speak. What are you so fierce about? Speaking of sheep, I can't tell