C52 Thermoplegia

At the same time, Yan Xiaoke was also on the other side.

Yan Xiaoke's small hands gently rubbed her body.

Unknowingly, her actions caused Nan Shaoloong's blood to flow backwards, and blood to flow out from his nose along the way.

But even so, Nan Shaoloong continued to stare at the touch screen. He didn't even want to wipe off the blood from his nose.

Time seemed to pass by very quickly