C401 Blood Detoxification

Jian Menglin struggled to open her eyes and looked at Nangong Ao. There was a strong reluctance in the misty mist. The contrast between the white muslin and the fresh blood made her face even paler.

When he stretched out his hand to touch Nangong Ao, he instinctively shrank back, avoiding the touch of her hand. Embarrassed, Jian Menglin lifted her delicate arm and froze in midair