C811 Thistle

"Beiming Junlin, I already said that I'm fine, so put me down!" Mu Wuxin looked at the man in front of her and said slowly.

Right now, the injuries on her body were indeed much better!

"No, This King will still hug you!"

After he finished speaking, the man still stubbornly hugged her in his embrace.

"But, if this is the case, will you be inconvenient?"

"Nothing