C350 350 Storm 4

In North Sea City, at King Teng's Pavilion Square, Chen Yang was perched among the judges, struggling to keep his eyes open. The event was unbearably dull.

As he was on the verge of succumbing to sleep, a slender, fresh hand stealthily reached out beside him. The cool touch trailed up his thigh, and he gasped sharply, his eyes instinctively darting to Mu Quan.

Her audacity was astounding