PREVIEW

... kily, she had on a goofy mask and that little Mr. Gray Wolf would not be able to see her expression.

Ruan Qiuqiu took a deep breath, shook her head, and tried to cheer herself up. She pointed at the little leather pouch that little Mr. Gray Wolf was carrying with the herbs inside, her eyes tingling, and reminded him, “… your leg is hurt.”

Even though she was just a body of consciousness, big Mr. Gray Wolf still given her a leather outfit in this frigid winter.