Poisoned by the Impe

Just as Yunchu was preparing to sit up, there was a sound outside again. This time, the voice didn't belong to the person from before.,Running under the eaves to avoid the rain, soaked by the raindrops yet unable to extinguish the burning desire within. The heat remained unabated.,Suddenly, a cold wind blew, and Yun Chuyin, who was already damp from the morning mist, shivered. This early spring night wind carried a chill, and she stood up abruptly and walked toward the thatched hut.。