sterling silver

swirling around Wen Jing's nose. Her face was red like the red roses on the table, and her ears had also quietly turned pink, just like a girl who had just blossomed at fourteen or fifteen, seeing he...etely subverting the survival rules that had prevailed in the dark world for the past few years. His ruthless methods scared every high-ranking official of the anti-terror organization into silence. 。...