C73 The Grand Young Master of the Left Was Cold and Tyrannical

Xia Zhixing's crying appearance was heartbreaking. Even someone as arrogant and indifferent as Zuo Fengnan couldn't help but feel tender towards her. Her hair was still wet. Zuo Fengnan got off the bed to get the wind pipe and climbed onto the bed to walk behind her.

He turned on the bellows and gently ruffled her hair. The current Xia Zhixing was too fragile