Chapter 170: I Couldn't Help But Steal a Glance at Her

inter in City B is particularly cold.A-wei wore a welcoming cheongsam and knelt at the entrance of the clubhouse, her face as white as snow. Her hair, damp with alcohol, was even iced over.The cold, c...at on the adjacent bedside, lightly dodging her question, "It seems like middle school students wouldn't say something as childish as 'taking sides' like that.""Has He Zong never learned to respect el...