Chapter 61: Su Liumeng, I’m Cold Part 1
“Antidote?” How could I, a living, breathing person, be a medicine? “Yes,” Su Liumeng replied, her eyes fixed on my pitch-black hair. My loose strands—uncombed and natural—seemed to tempt her…
“Antidote?” How could I, a living, breathing person, be a medicine? “Yes,” Su Liumeng replied, her eyes fixed on my pitch-black hair. My loose strands—uncombed and natural—seemed to tempt her…