C90 A knife on the color header

"En, I don't want it anymore. I'm so tired." The Snow Lotus's delicate face frowned, and her weak little hand grabbed onto the wolf claw in front of her chest.

"Lian'er, it's dawn." Yin Zhichen turned his head and lightly pressed his head against the snow lotus.

From last night until now, he was so excited that he couldn't sleep. He even thought of spending this winter in this bed