The girl's tone was very gentle, like the spring breeze in April, brushing against their faces.
Everyone felt a shiver in their hearts at the same time. Sometimes, gentleness did not mean easy to bully, but a kind of cultivation ingrained in one's bones.
The girl was wearing a white dress, tall and slender, soft and ethereal, a pair of gentle smiling eyes gazing at them quietly, like the silence of a long night, exuding an inexplicable sense of danger and mystery.
Or else what?
Liu Muxue sneered, "Or else what? Are you going to make it so I can't eat and walk at the same time? I'm so scared."
Liu Muxue touched the mask on her face and lazily flipped over on the bed, "If you don't want to come, just don't come. You won't make it into CMO anyway. I'm giving you a way out. Hurry and scram."
Ming Jing asked faintly, "Why can't I participate in the Winter Camp?"