C779 Disc operator

I kicked and punched, getting hotter and hotter as I practiced. The sound of the wind was a melody, urging me to move faster.

At first, Jin Ling was sitting on a bamboo chair and watching. When she saw her fun, she couldn't help but stand up, her eyes shining brightly. She began to cheer, to imitate me, to dance, as she had done before.

After a long time, Jin Ling smiled bitterly at me and said