C244 The Imperial Adviser Is Sick 36

Against those long, narrow, deep eyes, Jing Mo suddenly couldn't say a word.

He raised the white jade bowl and drank the delicious bone soup. Jing Mo could feel her eyes staring at him as if they were going to touch his body.

His throat rolled. Jing Mo frowned.

After a while, Jing Mo felt his body was soft, as if all his strength had been sucked away. If he wasn't sitting right now