C46 It's the First Time I Met Xia Ke

Isn't this man an ice-type?

Was he a combination of wind and fire?

His expression remained the same, but his movements were always swift and decisive.

Fong Ziming was not here, the air was filled with the smell of freedom.

Jin Keke was bored to death. Her phone, which was lying on the bed, kept shouting, emitting endless temptation.

"A proper body is not afraid of a slanted shadow