C473 Help Me out

Ulla Howell leaned against the arms of Tristen Moreno, one arm hanging limply by her side, the other barely able to lift up and grab the corner of his shirt.

Although Tristen Moreno's body was covered in mud, Ulla Howell still couldn't help but rub herself against his chest.

Her heart calmed down just like that.

It was rare that Tristen Moreno did not say anything unpleasant