Sixty-one

an Bi smiled, “Thank you.”A warm heart, like a mischievous little kitten, constantly scratches at her with its sharp claws. It's both painful and itchy. The evening wind froze a layer of ice on her fa...in the middle of the night, not an assassin. His attack power must have been zero, so the man relaxed his grip. As soon as he let go, Mò Xiǎobái jumped up from the bed with a somersault, showing no si...