"In fact, I saw your eyes at the beginning." Jing Shimo slightly bent down and breathed in the air. Shi Jiu had a small face and delicate features.
Although Shi Jiu dressed like a man, he didn't feel anything wrong with the man's clothes. She was completely different from Jing Shimo's rough temperament. On the contrary, Shi Jiu was even colder and more arrogant. If Jing Shimo was a ruthless hunter, then Shi Jiu must be a shot through the forehead.
A hundred shots, a hundred hits. They were both not easy to provoke.
Noticing that the man was deliberately slowing down the fluctuation of his voice, Shi Jiu suddenly blew on Jing Shimo's lips. At the same time, the air also drove the short hair that fell on Shi Jiu's forehead.
In contrast, Shi Jiu's face looked like a celestial being from heaven. Even her breath was filled with mortal desire. Every time she breathed, and even every time she gasped, Jing Shimo couldn't stop.