A big palm grabbed her: “Silly woman, you don’t need your hands, what’s going on.”
“Let me go, I’m not playing.” Brooke flung him away.
“Why are you so cold?” Finn touched her waist with a big palm, as cold as ice.
“I don’t have a root protector, king, please don’t make trouble.”
Finn glanced a glimmer of light in his eyes, he forgot, he forgot that Brooke would not be cold without Lingling.
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