C22 Young master is ill

"Heart Feather!" Xiao Mu Guang raised his hand, and raised it without a word, but in the end, he put it down.

He just stood close to her back, over her scared shoulder, and closed the window.

The falling rain had already drifted into the corridor, wetting her white high heels.

Her toes were covered by the raindrops and were small and round, making Xiao Mu Guang's throat roll