C425 In the Apocalypse There Was a Kindling of 45

It was this again!

What was so good about Huo Yanshen that she couldn't forget?

The angry White Jean bowed her head and bit her lips.

It was hard to tell whose blood had fused into his lips.

Xiao Bai was like an angry little wolfdog, he looked at her with red eyes and bit down hard on her mouth. His dark gray eyes hid an imperceptible pleading and weakness