C88 Wound

However, the sweat on Xu Zhiyuan's forehead was pouring out crazily like it was free, which Qi Qi couldn't wipe away. Qi Qi could tell that Xu Zhiyuan had been trying his best to keep his hands crossed in front of his abdomen, maintaining his training posture!

Qi Qi carefully observed Xu Zhiyuan's face and realized that his breathing was getting faster and faster