C4245 Foreign Affairs a Man Can't Cry

After tidying up the hat on her head, Qian Qian sighed softly. Her long eyelashes trembled in the cold wind. The tip of her nose was a little red due to the cold. Her soft lips were covered with moisturizing lipstick, which looked like jelly.

Another cold wind blew. Qian Qian shrunk her neck and tightened her tight little cape. Her fluffy collar protected her neck