C461 Table for ice coffins

"Mo Xiaoran." Bi Luo's voice carried a few sharp sounds above Mo Xiaoran's head. He stretched out his hand to grasp Mo Xiaoran's hand, then humbly squatted down. His eyes dangerously narrowed as he looked at Mo Xiaoran's pale face.

"I know my name is Mo Xiaoran, don't remind me." Mo Xiaoran smiled as he looked at Bi Luo's narrow eyes. His eyelashes were actually longer than Xiao Menghan's