C117 My Dear Master 6

The surging red fog rushed into the sky. Jing Mo did not wait for Bai Bi's answer and reaction. Instead, he was caught off guard by the fog wrapped in his clothes. He staggered and fell to the side of Bai Bi's legs.

The air was very awkward. Jing Mo was only a few centimeters away from what every man had. After he reacted, he retreated in panic. The coldness on his face could not be maintained