C1192 First Generation 90

Ji Rao had an ugly expression and did not say anything.

Ji Xiao's hand slowly relaxed and then smoothly touched Ji Rao's cheek. That face was really as pale as a piece of paper and as fragile as a glass bottle. Ji Xiao couldn't help but want to gently touch it for fear of breaking it.

"Do you want to live?"

His hand was very light on Ji Rao's neck, but Ji Rao's heart was in his throat