C79 Recoil

Xue Ronghua only felt her face burning up, she did not dare look at Chu Zongge's deep eyes. "What nonsense are you spouting, I'm right by your side, where else can you run to?"

Chu Zongge smiled and reluctantly let go of his hand. "Your fingers are really thin and straight, like a spring onion."

"Zhu Tong made a box of frost for me, specially used to protect my hands