C66 Doubt

Xia Mingyu wanted to block Zhao Yun's hand, but Zhao Yun's touch had calmed the fear in his heart. He raised his hand, but in the end, he didn't block Zhao Yun's hand, allowing Zhao Yun to touch his soft hair.

"I'm fine now. . . " Xia Mingyu lowered his head. The Amber Cat Pupil was still filled with mist. Actually, he did not really want to cry. He just felt that something had entered his eyes