C41 There's a Tiger in My Heart Smell the Rose

Fenng Xinglang handed the pouch to Xueluo. There were beads of rain on his short black hair, which meandered across his handsome face that looked like it was carved by a knife, making him look even more handsome and cold.

Xueluo stared deeply at the man's handsome face that was still dripping with rain. She hugged the convenience bag in her arms, and her heart surged with infinite warmth