C82 High Fever

Yun Liu Ya had been lost in her thoughts for a few times in a row. Even she was vexed over why she was so distracted. It was all because of that damned guy.

"It's fine, it's good." The strands of white hair in An Jiu's ink-black hair were faintly shining under the summer sun. The sparkling water droplets slid down his fair and flawless face, bringing with it the unapproachable snow mountain